"Never mind about that yet. Go and get rid of whoever it is," Halliday said.
The butler looked at him. "Yes, sir. If you will excuse me, I should prefer to see all locked up first."
Guest walked across to the door and took out the key, which was placed on the inside. "All right, Finch. I'll lock up," he said briefly.
"Very good, sir," Finch said, and went out.
"Give me the key!" said Halliday. "I'll do it. You get back to Lady Billington-Smith."
Stephen Guest fitted the key in again on the outside of the door. "That's all right. I shouldn't keep on looking at him, if I were you. Not a nice sight."
"No," Halliday said with a shudder. "Horrible!"
Finch came back and addressed himself to Guest. "It is Dr Raymond, sir, come to see her ladyship. I was wondering whether we should not inform the doctor of what has happened?"
"Yes, by all means," Guest answered. "Is he in the hall? I'll go out and speak to him."
The doctor was a burlyy man of about forty, with a cheerful manner and twinkling blue eyes. He was just pulling off his driving gloves when Guest came out of the study.