“I’m on my holiday,” replied the inspector with perfect truth. “Staying over at Sandsea with the wife and children.”
“Oh, yes,” said Roger innocently.
“And how do you come here, sir? Holidaying too?”
Roger winked broadly. “Me? Oh, no. I’m down here in pursuit of a new profession that’s just been thrust upon me.”
“Indeed, sir? What’s that?”
“Well, to put it quite bluntly, I’m down here to ask Inspector Moresby on behalf of the Courier what he’s got to tell me about a lady who fell off the cliff somewhere about here a day or two ago, and why such an important person as he should be so interested in an ordinary accident.”
The inspector rubbed his chin with a rueful grin. “And I’d just strolled over here from Sandsea to get away from the crowds for a bit!” he deplored innocently. “I’ve only got to yawn at the wrong time, and there’s half-a-dozen gentlemen of your new profession round the next minute asking what the significance is.”
“Going to have a nice nap before you go back to Sandsea?” Roger asked with a twinkle in his eye.
“A nap?”
“Yes; at least, I don’t suppose you booked that room at the Crown just to brush your hair in, did you?”