She shook her head. “Never to my knowledge, Mr. Bathurst.”
“Had he any personal peculiarities, at all?”
“Peculiarities? Well, I suppose every one of us has a——”
“I mean physical. For example—a right-handed acquaintance of mine always counts money with his left hand and deals cards in the same way.”
“I see what you mean,” she declared. She thought, but to no effect.
“No, Mr. Bathurst, I can’t think of anything like that.”
Anthony accepted the situation, and Mrs. Prescott continued her memories.
“I can’t imagine anything more that I can tell you,” she concluded very quietly.
“Thank you very much. One last point. Had your son any particular knowledge of knots? The various types of knots that can be tied, that is?”
“Once again—not that I know of,” she answered. “I think the only knot that I have ever seen him tie—was just an ordinary bow. Why do you ask?”