Anthony interrupted her. “So that it might be a perfectly reasonable inference for one to make—that Miss Delaney met somebody at the Ball whom she preferred to Mr. Alan Warburton? What would you say to that?”
“Yes—it might,” she conceded with a quick movement of the hand.
“Let’s ask her to have a look at the bedroom,” put in Bannister, “she may be able to help us there too.”
Ross crossed the corridor and opened the bedroom door; Bannister piloted her to it and shewed her the indescribable scene of confusion in the room itself.
“Any idea what they were looking for?” he demanded of her sharply. “Pinkie” slowly shook her head.
“None whatever! All Miss Sheila’s valuables—except her own personal jewellery of course, were always kept at the bank.”
“H’m,” grunted Bannister, “you’re sure she kept nothing valuable in any of these drawers?”
“I’m quite sure—although———”
“Although what?”
“Well, she was in the habit of keeping that small drawer on the right there always locked. I’ve often noticed that.” She pointed to the drawer she mentioned.