"Mr.Ashleigh, you're fooling me! You entered this house with Sanford Quest.

You must tell us where he is hiding." The Professor knocked the ash from his cigar and replaced it in his mouth.
His clasped hands rested in front of him.

There was a twinkle of something almost like mirth in his eyes as he glanced up at the Inspector.
"Mr.French," he said, "Mr.Sanford Quest is my friend.

I am here in charge of his house.

Believing as I do that his arrest was an egregious blunder, I shall say or do nothing likely to afford you any information." French turned impatiently away.