“Apprehension?”
“N-no, not exactly. Or, rather, apprehension of an unpleasant interview, not of any unpleasant outcome for himself.”
“You mean that he wasn’t afraid of violence, or blackmail, or anything of that sort?”
“He didn’t appear to be.”
“Right.... Now then, he arrived, you say, about three o’clock?”
“Yes, about that.”
“Who was in the house then?”
“Mark and myself, and some of the servants. I don’t know which. Of course, you will ask them directly, no doubt.”
“With your permission. No guests?”
“They were out all day playing golf,” explained Cayley. “Oh, by the way,” he put in, “if I may interrupt a moment, will you want to see them at all? It isn’t very pleasant for them now, naturally, and I suggested—” he turned to Antony, who nodded back to him. “I understand that they want to go back to London this evening. There’s no objection to that, I suppose?”