“You have locked the safe, I see. Where are the keys?”
The sudden demand agitated the nervous butler.
“Miss Sarah has them,” he stuttered. “At least she took them away when she locked up the safe. Perhaps she’s given them to her mother—to Mrs. Weathered.”
Sir Frank opened his eyes. I think we all did. Somehow it seemed incongruous that the founder of the Domino Club should be a married man.
“Is there a Mrs. Weathered then?”
“Why, yes, sir.” Simmons showed as much surprise as we had. “Would you like to see her, Sir Frank?” He seemed rather eager to get away and fetch his mistress to deal with us.
The consultant restrained him by an imperative gesture.
“One moment, if you please. You haven’t told us what happened after you had found the safe open. Did you go to call Mrs. Weathered?”
“I should have gone, sir, but Miss Sarah came down and found us looking into the safe. So I left it to her.”
Again the man made a movement as if to escape, and again the specialist arrested him.