Hendle tugged at his brown moustache moodily. "It's an infernally difficult business," he said after a pause. "What do you suggest?"
Carrington, rejoicing that he had succeeded thus far, had his answer ready. "I suggest that you wait for a few days, and meanwhile come with me to the vicarage."
"What for?"
"To look at the sundial, and see where the will was buried."
"What good will that do?"
"One never knows," said Carrington sententiously.
"Who do you think buried the will?"
"The man who murdered Leigh to get it."
"And his name?"
"Pouf! Ask me another. How do I know?"