“Yes, of course. I'll take you down.” Giles poured himself out some whisky, and splashed soda into it. “Arnold's car has been found,” he said casually.
“Where?” asked Antonia.
“In a mews off the Cromwell Road.”
“Will that help the police at all, do you suppose?” inquired Violet.
“I hardly think so. Nothing but Arnold's suitcase and hat and a hamper of provisions was found in it, I believe.”
“What, no blood?” said Kenneth lazily. “No gory knife? I call that a sell for the police.”
“Haven't they discovered any clue at all?” Rudolph asked. “Surely there must be something to show who it was? I mean finger-prints, or something.”
“I'm afraid I can't tell you that,” replied Giles in his cool, pleasant way. “The police haven't taken me quite so far into their confidence.”
“Did you see anything more of that lamb-like Superintendent?” said Antonia, clasping her hands round her knees.
“Yes, I gave him a lift back to Town.”