"No, Inspector. He left the house saying he could not bring himself to sit at table with Mr. Carter. He told Miss Cliffe he had been in love with Mrs. Carter ever since he had first known her."
"Nice goings on in this house!" muttered the Inspector. "What about this Prince? What's he doing here?"
"Prince Varasashvili," replied Peake, "is a friend of Mrs. Carter. She met him at Antibes."
"Oh, one of those, is he?" said the Inspector knowingly.
"An impoverished foreign nobleman, I understand, Inspector. Very much the ladies' man. We have noticed that Mrs. Carter seems to be greatly taken with him."
"What about Mr. Carter?"
"Mr. Carter was not in favour of the Prince's visit. Mr. Carter went so far as to say to me, when he was slightly intoxicated, that it was his belief the Prince was after his wife's money."
,He did, did he? What about Mrs. Carter's daughter?
It wouldn't by any chance be her he's after?"
"I fancy not, Inspector."