"That there window was locked when I went to bed," Grimes stated
with slow distinctness. "And I was the last person in this house
to go to my room."
McIntyre started to speak when Ferguson stopped him.
"Just let me handle this case," he said persuasively. "You have
called in the police," and as McIntyre commenced some
uncomplimentary remark, he added with sternness. "Don't interfere,
sir. Now, Grimes, your statements imply one of two things - some
member of the household either went downstairs after you had
retired, and opened the window in the reception room to admit the
person who afterwards attacked you in the library, or" - Ferguson
paused significantly, "some member of this household knocked you
senseless in the library. Which was it?"
There was a tense silence. McIntyre, by an obvious effort,
refrained from speech as they waited for Grimes' answer.
"I dunno who hit me." Grimes avoided looking at the three men. "But
some one did, and that window in the reception room was locked when
I went upstairs to my bedroom after every one had retired.
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