"I wish I had been there," he said, "I should have liked to see those paintings. However——"
"They might have conveyed something to you," said Parker, "you're artistic. You can come along and look at them any time, of course. But it's the time factor that's worrying me, you know. Supposing she gave the old boy digitalin in his B and S, why should it wait all that time before working? According to the books, it ought to have popped him off in about an hour's time. It was a biggish dose, according to Lubbock."
"I know. I think you're up against a snag there. That's why I should have liked to see the pictures."
Parker considered this apparent non sequitur for a few moments and gave it up.
"George Fentiman—" he began.
"Yes," said Wimsey, "George Fentiman. I must be getting emotional in my old age, Charles, for I have an unconquerable dislike to examining the question of George Fentiman's opportunities."
"Bar Robert," pursued Parker, ruthlessly, "he was the last interested person to see General Fentiman."
"Yes—by the way, we have only Robert's unsupported word for what happened in that last interview between him and the old man."
"Come, Wimsey—you're not going to pretend that Robert had any interest in his grandfather's dying before Lady Dormer. On the contrary."
"No—but he might have had some interest in his dying before he made a will. Those notes on that bit of paper. The larger share was to go to George. That doesn't entirely agree with what Robert said. And if there was no will, Robert stood to get everything."