“What on earth do you mean?”
“Suppose Mrs. Garnett were Miss Stableford’s mother, she would naturally be concerned in the mystery of the girl’s birth? Yardley, I tell you, if you can find out who was that girl’s mother, you’ll be a big step onwards towards finding out the clue to this mystery. I am fairly certain you will know then who Mrs. Garnett is.”
“Whatever made you think of that, Tempest?”
The barrister made no answer as he walked to the table, picked up a cigarette and lighted it. Apparently he had dismissed the subject from his mind. His next question had no relation to it.
“Have you done anything in the Rellingham murder case, Yardley?”
“How did you know I was working on it?”
“Oh, I advised them to retain you.”
“Then you’re in that as well, are you, Tempest?”
“It all depends what you mean by ‘in’ it. I’m not hunting for the murderer, if that’s what you mean.”
“But you know all about it?”