The Inspector looked at him with quick interest. "Mr. Stephen Herriard?" he asked.
Stephen nodded. "Yes. What do you want to do? Visit the scene of the crime, or interrogate us all again?"
"If it's all the same to you, sir, I'd like to visit the scene of the crime first. Perhaps you'd take me up? I understand it was you who discovered Mr. Herriard's body?"
"Go with my uncle," said Stephen. "He discovered it too, and can tell you quite as much as I can."
"Stephen!" begged Joseph.
"Oh, that's all right with me, sir!" said Hemingway cheerfully. "Very understandable that the gentleman shouldn't wish to go into the room again."
Joseph sighed. "Very well, Inspector, I'll take you."
Joseph followed him to the staircase. He cast a knowledgeable eye over this noble erection, and remarked that he didn't know when he'd seen a finer one.
"No; it is supposed to, be a perfect example of the Cromwellian," said Joseph, with an effort. "I'm afraid I'm a vandal in these matters. My brother was very proud of the house."
"Went in for antiques, did he?"