"Then you couldn't say if the key was in the lock or not?"
"Good Lord, no! I don't even know if it ever had a key."
The case was discussed for another half-hour; then Spotswoode excused himself and left us.
"Funny thing," ruminated Markham, "how a man of his upbringing could be so attracted by the empty-headed, butterfly type."
"I'd say it was quite natural," returned Vance. . . . "You're such an incorrigible moralist, Markham."
