Lunch over, we adjourned to the garden.
“A deck-chair and a pipe, Bill—I find very useful adjuncts to clear thinking.”
“Has that inspiration come to you yet?” I queried.
“No, Bill—but it will, laddie—don’t you fret!”
“What’s Baddeley going to do?” I asked. “Arrest Marshall?”
“What for—murder?”
“Well, she seems to know something about it—you ought to think so, you bowled her over.”
“H’m—do you quite know where we are, Bill? Let me run over things for you. Come and sit at the feet of Gamaliel.
“Well, first of all there’s the question of motive. Find the motive, say the Big Noises and you’ll find the murderer.”
“What about Lady Considine’s jewels? ...” I broke in.