"What detective?" interrupted Cyril.
"His name is Judson; 'e comes from London and they say as 'e can find a murderer just by looking at the chair 'e sat in."
"Who sent for him? The police?"
"No, it was Mr. Twombley of Crofton. He said we owed it to 'er ladyship to hemploy the best talent."
"Where is the detective now?"
"'E's in the long drawing-room with Mr. Twombley."
"Has the inquest been held?"
"No, the corpse won't be sat on till to-morrow morning."
"Show me the way to the drawing-room. I don't quite remember it."
The butler preceded him across the hall and throwing open a door announced in a loud voice: