"Because he had that pistol in his pocket." "How did you know he had a pistol in his pocket?" "Because I saw him put it there." "Because--you say you saw----?" "I saw everything--practically everything that happened." The blue eyes stared. "How ... but you say you're going to show us. What's the next? Ah yes--After you'd fooled about with that candle and liqueur-jar you went into the studio and we followed you. You hadn't even put the candle out; I had to take it from you if you remember. Well, the next thing you did was to tell us you were going to tell us all about it. But you never did." "Steady on, Cecil--that wasn't the next thing I did." "What was, then?" "I drew the studio blinds." Hubbard nodded. "So you did. The police were getting those chaps down. I remember." "That wasn't my reason." "Then what was?" "Well, I'll show you that too presently. But let me make something else clear first. I was all excited and upset, and really didn't know half I was doing. I'd just seen that crash, remember, and one man shoot another, and then another fellow altogether slide his hand out and pouch the pistol. It was rather much to spring on a fellow without any warning at all. I'd simply gone down to get something to drink, you know, not to----" He failed to find words for it, and motioned to Hubbard to continue. "Next," Hubbard went on, "you packed your wife and children off but refused to go away yourself." "Naturally. When you get a downright facer like that you want to see it through." "And when Rooke here wanted to sweep up the studio you told him not to." "I did. And not to go into the cellar either." "But he went into the cellar later?" "Later--yes. The blinds were drawn then." "Then are people only to go into the cellar when the blinds are drawn?" "Oh no, not necessarily. A rug--or a bit of paper or a halfpenny--would do just as well." Here Hubbard seemed suddenly to give it up. He leaned back in his chair. "Here, somebody else carry on for a bit," he puffed, almost as if he had been running; and instantly I took up the catechism. "Of course, you mean the hole in the studio floor?" I challenged. "That's it," said Philip, smiling. "So you discovered that, did you?" "It had been discovered long before I discovered it," I said. This time it was Philip's turn to stare. "By whom?" he asked quickly. "Rooke's here. Ask him to ask his wife." "Dawdy!" Monty ejaculated, wide-eyed. "I imagine so. At any rate you might ask her." "Good--Lord!" said Monty, puffing as the Commander had puffed. "And," I continued to Philip, "I don't think the blinds were drawn then. The key was in the cellar door too." "The devil!" Philip breathed softly. "I didn't bargain for that! It did occur to me, of course, but I chanced it--never dreamed--I had to do something, and it seemed safest to be perfectly open...." And then suddenly he gave an awkward little laugh and met my eyes. "Well, evidently you know all about it?" "Indeed I do not."