“No, the police did. And they they came to the cottage and took me off to the Police Station to make a statement. So I sent for Giles, because I thought it safest.”
“And I hope,” said Murgatroyd, picking up Antonia's hat, “that Mr Giles gave you a piece of his mind, which I'll be bound he did. Getting yourself mixed up in nasty murder cases! Fancy anyone up and murdering Mr Arnold! I don't know what the world's coming to, I'm sure. Not but what there's many as could be spared less. If you've finished with that tray I'll take it into the kitchen, Miss Tony.”
Antonia finished what was left in the slop-bowl and put it down.
“All right. There'll be an inquest, Ken. tiles says I shall probably have to show up. He's coming here tonight to see you.”
Her brother stared at her, “See me? What for?”
“I didn't ask.”
“Well, I don't mind him coming if he wants to, but why on earth -”
He broke off, and suddenly swung his legs down from the arm of the chair in which he was lounging. “Ha! I have it.”
“Have what?”
“I'm the heir.”