"And then I suppose you'd go away?" said Vicky.
"I'd be in a very awkward position," confessed the Inspector. "Because, as it happens, I want to ask both you young ladies one or two questions."
"Right, then I'll clear out," said Hugh, knocking out his pipe, and putting it in his pocket.
Vicky flung out a hand. "Don't leave us!" she said throbbingly. "Can't you see that we may need you?"
"Can it, Vicky!" said Hugh, unimpressed.
"I wish you would stay," said Mary nervously.
"I'm sure I've no objection," said the Inspector. "There's no need for anyone to get the shudders yet. What I want to know first, is whether it's true that you, miss, are Mr. Carter's heiress?"
Mary stared at him in dawning dismay. "Who's been telling you that nonsense?"
"Alexis!" said Vicky tensely.
"Well, that's what I want to know, miss. Is it nonsense, or had Mr. Carter got a fortune to leave?"