“I heard you,” said Randall. “I am somewhat taken aback. Who are "they", may I ask?”
“Deryk Fielding, and of course the police. I can't tell you it all over the phone. There's a post-mortem being done.”
“And what, my lamb, do you expect me to do?” inquired Randall.
“You said you were going to see the thing through!”
“What a rash statement!”
“Couldn't you come down?” Stella said impatiently.
“I could, but I'm not going to. Tomorrow I might. Do you want me?”
“I want you to clear it up. You said —”
“My sweet, you can forget what I said. If Aunt Harriet has been poisoned, nothing I said is of any value. I will come down and see you tomorrow.”
With this she had to be content. She did not tell her mother that Randall was coming, and she hoped that his visit might take place whilst Mrs Matthews was at Church. But Mrs Matthews returned from Church, bringing Edward Rumbold with her before any sign of Randall had been seen, and it was not until nearly half past twelve that the Mercedes swung into the drive and Randall came into the house.