Berrington looked uncomfortable. As a matter of fact he had made up his mind to say nothing as to Audley Place.
"There are several Audley Places in the Directory,"
Field went on. "I am sure you would not put us to the trouble of looking them all up, sir. Tell me all you know. Anything that you may say will be treated as confidential."
"I quite see your reasoning," Berrington replied. "Let me tell you that I should have said nothing—for the present, at any rate—had I not betrayed myself. Look here, Field, I might just as well inform you that we are treading on very delicate ground here. As soon as I begin to speak, Sir Charles's daughter comes into the business."
"You mean Miss Darryll—Mrs. Richford, I should say. How, Colonel?"
"Because I am quite sure that she knows something of the matter. In the first place you must understand that the marriage was the reverse of a love match. Sir Charles's affairs were in anything but a prosperous condition at the time of his death."
"In fact he was on the point of being arrested in connection with a certain company," Field said coolly. "I got that information from the City Police. It was a mere piece of gossip, but I did not identify it as in any way connected with the subsequent tragedy."
"Well, I should not be surprised to hear that it had an important bearing on the mystery. As far as I could judge after the wedding there was a quarrel between Mr. and Mrs. Richford——"
"Ah!" Field exclaimed. His face was shrewd and eager. "Can you tell me what about?"
"Indeed, I cannot. I cannot even guess. But I can't see what that has to do with it."