Dr Fell did, not look as pleased as circumstances seemed to warrant.,
`What are you going to do?''
Hadley glanced at his watch and scowled. `It's almost ten minutes past twelve…. H'm. But I'm afraid to put it off until morning. He'll get a return of cheerfulness with daylight, and he may decide not to talk. We've got to catch him while he's in a funk.'
`Why not bring him here?'
`I don't suppose there would be any objection…?' Hadley looked at Sheila Bitton. `That's best. Dalrye can take Miss Bitton home. Yes, that's it. I'll have him brought in a police car.'
`Wouldn't he talk over the telephone?'
`No. For some reason, the man seems to have developed an unholy horror of telephones…. Well? Hadley gave brief instructions to the other end of the wire, and hung up. `Fell, what do you think he knows?'
`I'm afraid to tell you what I think. I’m literally afraid. Remember, I asked you the same question when we decided Driscoll was stabbed in the tunnel of the Bloody Tower, with Mrs Bitton at one end and Arbor at the other.. ' He had, been mumbling, and now he stopped short, altogether as he remembered Sheila's presence. The girl was behind Dalrye in the passage, and apparently had not caught words which might have caused unnecessary questions. The doctor peered towards the passage, and chewed the end of his moustache. `Never mind. We shall know soon enough.'
Hadley was examining the study. Sheila Bitton had added to its disorder. In the centre of the floor she had been piling all sorts of mementoes: a couple of silver cups, framed photographs of sport groups, a cricket bat, a runner's jersey, a china mug.
`I wish you men would, get out!' the girl's voice complained fretfully. She pushed her way past Dalrye with dolllike aggressiveness. `Everything is in such a mess! Phil would never keep tidy. And I'm sure I don't know what to do with his clothes. There's one brand-new nice grey hat I know belongs to Daddy, because it's got that gold lettering he uses on the inside, and how it came to be here I can't think.'