"Yes, you do. You keep on wondering who could have killed him, and it seems to me dreadful!"
"Well, so do you," said Vicky. "Which reminds me that something rather disgruntling happened after that mouldy Inquest. Janet went and queered Robert's pitch, by divulging that he knew all along Wally was going to tea at the Dower House, so I'm rather afraid the Inspector may try to pin the murder on to him."
"No!" Mary exclaimed, startled. "Robert did know?"
"So Janet said. Of course, I always did think he might have done it, only if so I'd rather he got away with it, on account of Ermyntrude. That was why I tried to put the Inspector on to Alexis."
"But you can't! You mustn't! If Robert - but I won't believe it! If he did, it would be absolutely wicked to try to make the police suspect the Prince instead!"
"Oh no, really it wouldn't! Because Robert's much nicer than Alexis, who was after poor Ermyntrude's money, and I dare say has a perfectly revolting past, which Robert hasn't in the least. And if Robert did murder Wally, he probably thought it was the right thing to do. Why was Maurice so peevish?"
"He wasn't. Naturally, he must be rather worried about all this, for Aunt Ermy's sake."
Vicky opened her eyes at that. "But she isn't ill, is she?"
"No, but I've always fancied that he wass very fond of her," Mary said.
"Darling, you don't suppose he's in love with her, do you?"