Martaban nodded. "Let the other side move first."
"Do you mean Captain Jadby?" asked Prelice abruptly.
"And this unknown assassin, who holds one of the last two wills. Jadby, we know, retains the first, which gives the property to him. He will probably come down to insist upon his rights. I shall refuse to let him have the Grange or the income until the other wills are proved to be destroyed, or at least until he proves that the burnt will is the one giving the property to Miss Chent."
"That was proved at the trial."
"Quite so; but Mrs. Blexey's story requires that the case should be reopened."
"Not for the trial of Miss Chent!" cried Prelice in alarm.
Martaban laughed heartily. "You can make yourself easy on that score, my lord. No one can be tried twice for the same offence. Well?"
"I agree with you that it is best to wait and see what Jadby does, and then we can checkmate him, as you suggest. Meanwhile I shall go to London, and call on Madame Marie in New Bond Street. She may know of something likely to elucidate the mystery of the Lanwin Grange crime."
"If she does," said Martaban, with a chuckle, "she certainly will not speak out. A clever woman, Madame Marie."
"I can deal with clever women," said Prelice, rather conceitedly.