“Shall we say—to the person the thief thought you were.”
“This is getting very involved,” said Jimmy.
“ Mr. Thesiger, when you came into this room, did you switch on the light at all?”
“Yes.”
“And there was no one in the room?”
“No one at all.”
“But previously you thought you heard someone moving about down here?”
“Yes.”
“And then, after trying the window, you switched off the light again and locked the door?”
Jimmy nodded.
Superintendent Battle looked slowly round him. His glance was arrested by a big screen of Spanish leather which stood near one of the bookcases.
Brusquely he strode across the room and looked behind it.
He uttered a sharp ejaculation, which brought the three young people quickly to his side.
Huddled on the floor, in a dead faint, lay the Countess Radzky.