"So it doesn't look as though our man got in through the window at all," he said. "I suppose you haven't discovered anything fresh, have you, sir?"
When he learned what the Inspector had, in fact, discovered, he was interested, but inclined to agree with Colwall's view, that beyond eliminating one of the suspects it was not likely to prove to be of much use. "If you ask me, sir, the man who did this job isn't the sort to lose his head," he said.
"I didn't ask you, but you're quite at liberty to have your own opinions," said Hemingway tartly. "I've already had the satisfaction of proving that he can make a silly mistake: well, now we'll see if he can't be rattled a bit. So far he's had it all his own way: he shall have it my way, and see how he likes it."
"Are you going up there again this evening, sir?"
"No," said Hemingway, "I'm not. This is where I put in a bit of quiet thinking, while that lot up at the Manor wonders what I'm up to. There's nothing like suspense for shaking a man's nerve."
The Sergeant grinned. "You wouldn't, I suppose, be thinking of the turkey they've got roasting at the Blue Dog, would you, Chief?" he ventured.
"If I have any insubordinate talk from you," said Hemingway severely, "I'll give you a job to do up at the Manor that'll keep you there till midnight. It wasn't the turkey I was thinking of at all."
"I'm sorry!" apologised the Sergeant.
"So I should think. It was the ham," said Hemingway.
The inmates of the Manor were, accordingly, left to their own devices, if not to peace. Peace did not flourish under the same roof as Mrs. Dean, and by the time she had bullied Joseph, Mottisfont, Roydon, and her own daughter into playing paper-games, and had driven both the young Herriards and Mathilda into taking refuge in the billiard-room, an atmosphere of even greater unrest pervaded the household.