Soon after you'd gone out." "Why did you keep that secret ?" demanded Ransford.

"You could have told it to the police--or to the Coroner--or to me.

Why didn't you ?" Before Bryce could answer, all three heard a sharp click of the front garden gate, and looking round, saw Mitchington coming up the walk.
"Here's one of the police, now," said Bryce calmly.

"Probably come to extract information.

I would much rather he didn't see you here--but I'd also like you to hear what I shall say to him.