The detective's brows contracted slightly.
"Very well, only remember, I warned you."
"That's all right."
"Have you forgotten, my lord, that I told you I always had an idea that those two Frenchmen who were staying at the Red Lion Inn, were somehow implicated in the affair?"
"But what possible motive could they have had for murdering my cousin?" demanded Cyril.
The detective's eyes appeared to wander aimlessly from one of his auditors to another.
"We are waiting. What about those Frenchmen?"
It was Amy who spoke. She moved slowly forward, and leaning her arm on the mantelpiece confronted the four men.
"You wish me to continue?" asked Judson.
"Certainly. Why not?"