"What's your theory of the crime, Mr. Greene? You've heard all the details and you know the situation."
"I thought the police had settled on a burglar." The youth's eyes rested shrewdly on Heath. "Wasn't that your conclusion?"
"It was, and it is," declared the Sergeant, who, until now, had preserved a bored silence. "But your brother here seems to think otherwise."
"So Chester thinks otherwise." Rex turned to his brother with an expression of feline dislike. "Maybe Chester knows all about it." There was no mistaking the implication in his words.
Vance once more stepped into the breach.
"Your brother has told us all he knows. Just at present we're concerned with how much you know." The severity of his manner caused Rex to shrink back in his chair. His lips twitched more violently, and he began fidgeting with the braided frog of his smoking-jacket. I noticed then for the first time that he had short rachitic hands with bowed and thickened phalanges.
"You are sure you heard no shot?" continued Vance ominously.
"I've told you a dozen times I didn't!" His voice rose to a falsetto, and he gripped the arms of his chair with both hands.
"Keep calm, Rex," admonished Chester. "You'll be having another of your spells."
"To hell with you!" the youth shouted. "How many times have I got to tell them I don't know anything about it?"
"We merely want to make doubly sure on all
