There followed more instructions and warnings. Diana flew into The Study to pacify a distracted Dempsi, whose urgent voice had interrupted her twice during the interview with the detective.
Mr. Superbus went into the kitchen thoughtfully. He saw no resemblance between Gordon Selsbury and his uncle. He noted that in Aunt Lizzie’s face was an expression of uneasiness.
“Good afternoon,” he said. “My name’s Smith.”
Gordon pointed to the door.
“Go out and change it,” he said.
Mr. Superbus was amused.
“I thought I’d pop down and have a look at you, Uncle Isaac,” he said, and bowed to the lady, “and Aunt Lizzie.” He radiated compassion.
“Get out!” roared Gordon, red of face. “Go back to the lady who employs you and tell her that I give her ten minutes to hand me my keys and kick her infernal Dempsi out of the house!”
“What’s the good?” It was Heloise who spoke. “If you make a fuss you’ll be seeing the judge on Monday.”
“I don’t care!” Gordon was toeing the limit. “I simply don’t care. I’m the master of this house and I will assert myself.”