Peter bowed. “Quite right, Inspector. The man in whom you are interested, I believe.”
Goodall shot a quick glance at him—then laughed quietly. “Mr. Linnell’s been talking, I suppose! I certainly got a bit curious—but there—curiosity’s part of my job—and I can’t afford to take anything for granted.”
“Any more news, Inspector?” intervened Linnell affably.
“Up to the moment—no! I came straight on here. I want to have a look at one or two things! That letter from Stewart—may I see it?”
Linnell opened a drawer and handed the letter to him.
“H’m,” muttered Goodall. “Assynton postmark—June 7th.” He read it. “I fancy you gave me to understand that you knew nothing about Stewart, till you got this letter. Am I right?”
“That is so, Inspector. My only knowledge of him was just ordinary public knowledge.”
“I see. What did you do after you got the letter?”
“I thought it over and wired back. To get confirmation, as it were!”
“And you got a reply?”