"She's gone." Mary went to the window and called to Hugh.
He came, but not unaccompanied. Vicky stepped into the room ahead of him, and inquired what the Inspector had wanted.
"Oh, Vicky, you could have knocked me down with a feather! They've found one of your poor father's rifles in the shrubbery! It's quite true; it isn't in the case."
"Good Lord!" said Hugh. "Then - who could have got hold of it, Mrs. Carter?"
"Anybody!" said Ermyntrude.
"Not Baker," said Mary. "Surely not Baker! How could he have known about it? That makes me feel more than ever that he didn't ask Wally for that money!"
Hugh said frowningly: "What's all this?"
"Mary darling, you aren't coming unstuck or anything, are you?" asked Vicky.
"No. But I - I rather think I know something the rest of you don't. And I can't help feeling it may have something to do with Wally's going to the Dower House yesterday, though what it has to do with his being shot, I can't quite see."
"Do you mind being a little more explicit?" said Hugh. "What is it you think you know?"