But before he could answer, Swacker stepped alertly into the room, his eyes animated.
"Tony Skeel's on the wire, Chief, and wants to speak to you."
Markham, despite his habitual reserve, gave a start.
"Here, Sergeant," he said quickly. "Take that extension phone on the table and listen in." He nodded curtly to Swacker, who disappeared to make the connection. Then he took up the receiver of his own telephone and spoke to Skeel.
For a minute or so he listened. Then, after a brief argument, he concurred with some suggestion that had evidently been made; and the conversation ended.
"Skeel craves an audience, I gather," said Vance. "I've rather been expecting it, y' know."
"Yes. He's coming here to-morrow at ten."
"And he hinted that he knew who slew the Canary—eh, what?"
"That's just what he did say. He promised to tell me the whole story to-morrow morning."
"He's the lad that's in a position to do it," murmured Vance.
"But, Mr. Markham," said Heath, who still sat with his hand on the telephone, gazing at the instrument with dazed incredulity, "I don't see why you don't have him brought here to-day."
"As you heard, Sergeant, Skeel insisted on to-morrow, and threatened to say nothing if I forced the issue. It's just as well not to antagonize him. We might spoil a good chance of getting some light on this case if I ordered him brought here and used
