"Yes," replied Lockwood, without hesitation, though with a glance
at the averted head of Inez, and choosing his words very
carefully, as if trying hard not to say more than she could bear.
"Yes. I came up here to report on some financial matters which
interested both of us, very late, perhaps after midnight. I was
about to press the buzzer on the door when I saw that the door was
slightly ajar. I opened it and found lights still burning. The
rest I think you must already know."
Even that tactful reference to the tragedy was too much for Inez.
She suppressed a little convulsive sob, but did not, this time,
try to flee from the room.
"You saw nothing about the den that aroused any suspicions?"
pursued Kennedy. "No bottle, no glass? There wasn't the odour of
any gas or drug?"
Lockwood shook his head slowly, fixing his eyes on Kennedy's face,
but not looking at him. "No," he answered; "I have told Dr. Leslie
just what I found. If there had been anything else I'm sure I
would have noticed it while I was waiting for Miss Inez to come
in."
His answers seemed perfectly frank and straight-forward. Yet
somehow I could not get over the feeling that he, as well as Inez,
was not telling quite all he knew--perhaps not about the murder,
but about matters that might be related to it.
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