“Where is your butler? Is he in your service now?”
“Dear me, yes—he has never left it.”
“Will you be kind enough to summon him?”
Lord Ethalwood touched the bell. A servant entered.
“Tell Mr. Jakyl I desire to speak with him,” said his master.
In a minute or so the butler entered the library.
“Will you leave it to me to put the necessary questions?” inquired the detective, addressing his lordship, who felt a mere child in comparison to the sagacious officer.
“Certainly,” he answered, without hesitation.
Mr. Wrench cleared his throat, and focussed his eyes upon the smooth and placid face of the butler.
“I have one or two questions to put to you,” said the detective. “In the first place, did any letters arrive here from the Hon. Miss Ethalwood after her departure from Broxbridge?”