Audrey acquired tranquillity as she went on: “It’s at Frinton. Friends of mine there keep a punt on Mozewater, and I let them store the sail and things in the tank-room. There’s plenty of room. I give them the key because that’s more satisfactory. The tank-room isn’t wanted at all, you see, while I’m away from home.”
“Who are these friends?”
“Mr. and Mrs. Spatt,” said Audrey at a venture.
“I see,” said the detective.
They came downstairs, and the detective made it known that he would re-visit the drawing-room. Inspector Keeble followed them. In that room Audrey remarked:
“And now I hope you’re satisfied.”
Mr. Hurley merely said:
“Will you please ring for Aguilar?”
Audrey complied. But she had to ring three times before the gardener’s footsteps were heard on the uncarpeted stone floor of the hall.
“Aguilar,” Mr. Hurley demanded. “Where is the key of the tank-room?”