Hemingway shook his head. "Yes, you're wasted at the Chancery Bar: I can see that," he said. "All the same '
"Hold!" said Hugh. "These things being as they are, I am further led to suppose that you are about to lay bare evidence which will clear the fair name of the lady to whom I am shortly to be joined in holy matrimony. I contend that this gives me a right to be here."
"Oh, so that's been fixed up, has it?" said Hemingway. "Well, I'm sure I hope you'll be very happy, sir. I've been expecting to hear of it ever since I came down to these parts."
"When you first came here I hadn't the slightest intention of getting married," said Hugh. "However, don't let me spoil your good story."
"I won't," said the Inspector. "What you don't grasp, sir, is that if there is one thing I've got, it's intuition. Besides, it's been standing out a mile. But as for your having any right to be here, that's another matter. Still, I can see that Inspector Cook wants me to let you stay, so I suppose you'll have to."
"I never!" Cook exclaimed, taken by surprise. "Why, I never said a word!"
"Well, if you don't want me to let him stay rather than have a couple of women and two dogs getting in the way, I've been mistaken in you," said Hemingway. "What's more, he knows too much already."
"Hair-trigger," said Hugh. "You might almost call me your good angel. Hallo, one of your henchmen has caught a fish!"
The Inspector turned, as Jupp came to the edge of the pool, holding an odd-looking object in his hand.
"Would this be what you're after, sir?"