? ? ? ? "My good sir," said Mr. Cunningharn, with some impatience, "this is surely very unnecessary. That is my room at the end of the stairs, and my son's is the one beyond it. I leave it to your judgment whether it was possible for the thief to have come up here without disturbing us."
? ? ? ? "You musf try round and get on a fresh scent, I fancy," said the son with a rather malicious smile.
? ? ? ? "Still, I must ask you to humour me a little further. I should like, for example, to see how far the windows of the bedrooms command the front. This, I understand, is your son's room" -- he pushed open the door -- "and that, I presume is the dressingroom in which he sat smoking when the alarm was given. Where does the window of that look out to?" He stepped across the bedroom, pushed open the door, and glanced round the other chamber.
? ? ? ? "I hope that you are satisfied now?" said Mr. Cunningham tartly.
? ? ? ? "Thank you, I think I have seen all that I wished."
? ? ? ? "Then if it is really necessary we can go into my room.
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