Night At the Vulcan
““I don’t know anything about finger-prints,” he said. “I never read about crime. I don’t know anything about it. When I came off after my final exit I went to my room. I was just going back for the call when I smelt gas. We’re all nervous about gas in this theatre and anyway the room was frightfully hot. I turned the thing off. That’s all.”
“This was after Bennington tripped you up?”
“I’ve told you. It was after my last exit and before the call. It wasn’t—”
He walked forward very sl...owly and sat down in front of Alleyn. “You can’t think that sort of thing about me,” he said, and sounded as if he was moved more by astonishment than by any other emotion. “My God, look at me. I’m so hopelessly harmless. I’m not vicious. I’m not even odd. I’m just harmless.”
“Why didn’t you tell me at once that you noticed the smell of gas?”
“Because, as I’ve tried to suggest, I’m no good at this sort of thing.MoreLess
“This was after Bennington tripped you up?”
“I’ve told you. It was after my last exit and before the call. It wasn’t—”
He walked forward very sl...owly and sat down in front of Alleyn. “You can’t think that sort of thing about me,” he said, and sounded as if he was moved more by astonishment than by any other emotion. “My God, look at me. I’m so hopelessly harmless. I’m not vicious. I’m not even odd. I’m just harmless.”
“Why didn’t you tell me at once that you noticed the smell of gas?”
“Because, as I’ve tried to suggest, I’m no good at this sort of thing.MoreLess
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