Sir William was plainly ruffled at Napier's obvious reluctance to accompany Miss Greta to Newton Hackett. Sir William was sorry it was such a bore.... If Colin or Neil had been at home, he wouldn't have had to ask anything so admittedly outside the range of a private secretary's functions. Presented like that, there was nothing for it but that Napier should, in Sir William's phrase, represent him in this little matter.
As the three were getting into the car, Madge leaned out of an upper window. "Well, I do think; sending me up here to wait for you! Where are you going?"
"Newton Hackett, dearest. Back soon." Miss Greta waved her handkerchief.
In a long bare room, a figure in uniform confronted them, on the other side of a table like a counter.
"Are you Inspector Adler?" Napier began.
Yes, the big fair man with a high color and heavy jowl was Inspector Adler.
"You were telephoned to, I believe?"
Yes, Inspector Smith had telephoned from Lamborough.
"Then you know all about this lady's errand." Napier stood aside for Miss Greta.
The interrogation went forward.