“Yes, thank you, Sir Charles—I found him where you said.”
“And you were entirely satisfied, eh, Baddeley?”
Baddeley turned the question aside. It didn’t suit him at the moment to satisfy Sir Charles’ curiosity. “I’ll see you later, Sir Charles,” he answered, “if you don’t mind.”
“Oh—quite—quite—I understand perfectly.”
“One question I should like to ask you, Sir Charles. On my way here, I met a telegraph boy obviously coming away from the house. Anything important happened since I was here last?”
Sir Charles stared at him blankly. “A telegram here—I wasn’t aware——”
Jack Considine cut in. “It was for me, Dad,” he said. “From Tennant.”
“Tennant?” muttered Baddeley. “Wasn’t he a guest here on the night of the murder? What did he want?”
Jack Considine smiled sweetly.
“His pajamas! He’d left them behind in his bedroom.”