“Sit down,” invited Antonia. “What do you want to know?”
“What was in that letter,” replied the Superintendent promptly.
“Which letter? - Oh, Arnold's! Nothing much.”
“If there was nothing much in it why did you destroy it?” asked Hannasyde.
“It was that sort of a letter.”
“What sort of a letter?”
“The sort you destroy - Look here, we're beginning to sound like a pair of cross-talk comedians!” Antonia pointed out.
“Very like,” agreed the Superintendent evenly. “Did you destroy the letter because it contained a rather serious accusation against Mr Rudolph Mesurier?”
Antonia looked defensive. “It didn't.”
“Quite sure, Miss Vereker?”