Baddeley stared as though unable to believe the words. Anthony let out a low whistle.
“Frightfully sorry to upset your pet theories,” I continued airily—“but I know that for an absolute certainty.”
“How?” snapped Baddeley. “Were you playing with him?”
“No,” I replied. “I was watching.”
“And onlookers see most of the game, Inspector,” said Anthony.
“Who was playing?” insisted Baddeley.
“Almost everybody—except Mr. Bathurst, Mr. Jack Considine and myself.”
He scratched his chin, reflectively.
Then came the question that I was half-expecting.
“Anybody in particular lose more than most?”