"You don't mean to say we've got to go on as we are?"
"Not for long, I hope."
"Oh, my giddy aunt!" groaned Miss Fawcett. "This is ceasing to be funny!"
Harding regarded her in some amusement. "Do tell me," he said, "is that how a murder generally strikes you?"
"Not the murder," explained Dinah. Just the , the general effect. When I joined this little house-party every one seemed more or less human. You ought to see us en famine now. More like a zoo than anything — "specially when Camilla starts screeching." She looked down at him from her superior elevation, and inquired with friendly interest: "What are you going to do now? Crawl round looking for footprints?"
"That was all done before I came," explained Harding gravely.
Miss Fawcett shook her head. "If you want a thing well done you should do it yourself," she said.
"I wish you'd come downstairs; I'm getting a crick in the neck," returned Inspector Harding.
"Surely," said Miss Fawcett with severity, "you didn't come here to waste time talking to me, Inspector?"
"Don't call me Inspector. I came to talk to Captain Billington-Smith, but I have an idea he hasn't yet come back from Silsbury."