“What I’ve seen this morning.”
“Let’s hear it.”
“You shall. All in good time. After all—it’s merely a theory.”
Baddeley was obviously disconcerted by the reply. I don’t think he knew quite what to make of Anthony.
So he turned his battery on to me.
“Mr. Cunningham? Sir Charles tells me you’re an old friend of the family.”
I bowed. “Of many years’ standing. And a regular guest for the Considine Cricket Week as you may guess.”
“Know Prescott?”
“Moderately. Played cricket with him at Oxford—not much beyond that.”
“Know anything about his private affairs?”