Blood, and all that sort of thing? What I mean is, he’ll realize that I wasn’t trying to snooter him, and then all the good work will have been wasted.”
“No, sir. I fancy not. That might possibly have been Sir Roderick’s mental reaction, had it not been for the second incident.”
“The second incident?”
“During the night, sir, while Sir Roderick was occupying your bed, somebody entered the room, pierced his hot-water bottle with some sharp instrument, and vanished in the darkness.”
I could make nothing of this.
“What! Do you think I walked in my sleep?”
“No, sir. It was young Mr. Glossop who did it. I encountered him this morning, sir, shortly before I came here.