“No,” I answered with rapid decision, “the conversation as far as I could gather was just ordinary conversation. Naturally, I didn’t listen to what they were talking about.”
“H’m, I suppose not.”
Baddeley sat on the chair and put his head in his hands. “As soon as I’ve looked round,” he observed, “I shall have to interview everybody.”
Anthony strolled across the room, round to the left-hand side of the bed.
“Not much room here, Inspector,” he said. “Hardly enough space for a fellow to dress—eh?”
Baddeley looked up from his reflections, distinctly unimpressed.
“He would find plenty of room to dress the other side, Mr. Bathurst—there’s every indication of it.” He indicated the appointments.
“You think so,” replied Anthony. “So do I. And unless I receive an unexpected set-back I really believe things are moving.”
I was frankly amazed. I turned over all that I had heard, all that I had seen and as I pondered over them, I couldn’t for the life of me see how the slightest light could possibly have come to him.
“I presume, Inspector, you will see the people within a little while, eh?” he inquired.