“Where's your car, Tony?” asked Giles. “At the cottage? Well, wait for me here, and I'll take you out to collect it, and give you some lunch.”
“Well, thank God for that,” said Antonia. “I've just discovered I've got exactly two and five pence ha'penny on me, and I want some petrol.”
“How like you, Tony!” said Giles, and followed the Superintendent out of the room.
Chapter Four
The Chief Constable had gone to lunch, and his office was empty. Hannasyde closed the door and said: “I shall want to go through the dead man's papers, Mr Carrington. Can you meet me at his house to-morrow morning?”
Giles nodded. “Certainly.”
“And the Will…”
“In my keeping.”
“I shall have to ask you to let me see it.”
Giles said, with a flickering smile: “It would be a waste of your time and my energy to protest, wouldn't it?”