servient, and waited with a vacuously expectant expression.
"Really, y' know," said Vance, "there's not the slightest need for you to hover solicitously amid the draperies of the hallway while we're busy in here. Most considerate and loyal of you; but if we want you for anything we'll ring."
"As you desire, sir."
Sproot started to go, but Vance halted him.
"Now that you're here you might answer one or two questions."
"Very good, sir."
"First, I want you to think back very carefully, and tell me if you observed anything unusual when you locked up the house last night."
"Nothing, sir," the man answered promptly. "If I had, I would have mentioned it to the police this morning."
"And did you hear any noise or movement of any kind after you had gone to your room? A door closing, for instance?"
"No, sir. Everything was very quiet."
"And what time did you actually go to sleep?"
"I couldn't say exactly, sir. Perhaps about twenty minutes past eleven, if I may venture to make a guess."
"And were you greatly surprised when Miss Sibella woke you up and told you a shot had been fired in Mr. Chester's room?"
"Well, sir," Sproot admitted, "I was somewhat astonished, though I endeavored to conceal my emotions."
