"I'd like to have a talk with you later on, sir," he said. "I have some men in the village, and with your permission I'd like to post special guards."
"Certainly," agreed Yearleigh at once. "Have your talk now. I'm sure the others will excuse us… Wait a moment, though." He turned to Maurice Vould. "You wanted to have a talk with me as well, didn't you?"
Vould nodded.
"But it can wait a few minutes," he said; and both Teal and the Saint saw that his pale face was even paler, and the eyes behind his big glasses were bright with sudden strain.
"Why should it?" exclaimed Yearleigh good-humouredly. "You modern young intellectuals are always in a hurry, and I promised you this talk three or four days ago. You should have had it sooner if I hadn't had to go away. Inspector Teal won't mind waiting, and I don't expect to be murdered for another half-hour."
Simon fell in at Teal's side as they went down the hall, leaving the other two on their way to Yearleigh's study; and quite naturally the detective asked the question which was uppermost in his mind.
"Have you any more ideas?"
"I don't know," was the Saint's unsatisfactory response. "Who were you most interested in at dinner?"
"I was watching Vould," Teal confessed.
"You would be," said the Saint. "I don't suppose you even noticed Lady Yearleigh."