“You haven’t any idea, Butterworth, I suppose, of anybody likely to have done this?”
“What do you mean, Sergeant?”
“I mean this.” Clegg breathed heavily in his desire to do justice to the dignity and importance of the Law. “Did Mr. Stewart have any enemies?”
“If he had, I didn’t know them. He never confided such an idea to me.”
“How was Mr. Stewart when you last saw him? Bright and cheery like?”
“Just as usual. Nothing different from the ordinary.”
“Didn’t appear to have anything on his mind?” asked Clegg.
“Not to worry him. I think he was a bit eager about the sale that was taking place.”
“Sale?” Clegg seemed momentarily at a loss.
“I told you, Sergeant,” Charles interposed. “My father intended to purchase some——”