"Now, Judge Marshall--"
"One of my friends gave me a lift from town," Judge Marshall volunteered
pompously. "Chap named Sampson. You may have heard of him--fine fellow,
splendid lawyer. We played billiards together at the Athletic Club, and
when I was about to call a taxi--my wife having the car here--he offered
to drop me here on his way to the Country Club.... N-no, I don't
remember the exact time, did not consult my watch."
"You came directly from the road into the house, Judge Marshall?"
"Certainly, sir!"
"Did you--er, see anyone?"
"You mean, sir, did anyone see _me_?" Judge Marshall demanded with
pompous indignation. "No, no one, sir! If my word is not good enough for
you, you can think what you damned please!"
"I think we are all getting a little too tired, Mr. Dundee," Penny Crain
suggested, almost humble in her weariness.
"I'm truly sorry," the young detective apologized. "But I can't leave
things like this ... Mr. Drake, you have said you walked over from the
Country Club. You must have approached the house from the driveway side,
the side of the house which contains Mrs. Selim's bedroom.... Is that
right?"
"More or less, except that I skirted the house rather widely and arrived
from the road, stepping upon the front porch, and walking directly into
the hall.
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