“He was, Sir Charles.” Baddeley’s features relaxed for a fleeting moment into a smile—“and incidentally, he won a considerable sum of money.”
“Whom from?”
“That you shall hear, sir, during the course of this morning’s inquiry.”
Sir Charles subsided again, by no means so sure of himself as he had been. I could not help whispering to Anthony as he lounged in his chair with his long legs extended—“First blood to the Inspector.”
He grinned, and as he did so Baddeley’s next question came.
“Now you, Mr. Bathurst. A guest here, also?”
“Yes.”
“Like Mr. Prescott?”
“Didn’t know him sufficiently to express an opinion.”
Baddeley evinced his annoyance. “I didn’t mean did you like him, Mr. Bathurst, what I meant to say was, were you a guest of Sir Charles under similar circumstances?”