`There was only one other thing,' she said, in a quiet voice: `Did Lester kill Phil?'
For a long space the doctor remained motionless. Then he nodded his head.
'Keep that thought with you, ma'am,' he said:'
The door closed behind her.
'You see?' Dr Fell asked. `Or don't you? There's been enough tragedy in this house. I' won't add another, Lester Bitton is dead and the Driscoll case is closed. If Hadley is satisfied, there needn't be any publicity. It can go down as "unsolved"; and Lester Bitton shot himself over money troubles, real or imaginary. And yet…''
He was still standing there brooding, under the vast walls of books, when Hobbes knocked at the door.
'Excuse me, sir,' said Hobbes. `I have succeeded in waking Sir William. The key was on the inside of his door; I took the liberty of getting a pair of pliers and turning it from the outside. He is upset, sir,' and not very well. But he will be down presently, sir. And there is something else…. '
'Eh?'
'Two policemen are at the door, sir. A recent guest of ours is with them. A Mr Arbor.'
'H'm… Got a little confidential work for you, Hobbes. Do you follow me?'