“Must have scooted right away home,” French suggested. “He was looking pretty sick all the time. Guess it must have been a powerful shock for him, and he isn’t so young as he used to be.”
“Give me that paper of Craig’s again,” Quest asked, stretching out his hand.
The Inspector produced the document from his inner pocket, and Quest, stretching it out upon his knee, read it word for word.
“Never to communicate or to have anything to do with any one of the name of Ashleigh, eh?” he remarked, as he handed it back again. “Rather a queer provision, that, French.”
“I’ve been thinking that myself,” the Inspector admitted. “Seems to be rather reversing the positions, doesn’t it?”
Quest glanced at the clock.
“Well,” he said, “if you’re ready, Inspector, we’ll be getting along.”
“Where to?” French demanded.
Quest looked for a moment surprised. Just then Lenora entered the room.
“Are you going out?” she asked Quest.