"No money? You're quite sure?"
"Of course I'm sure! Do you suppose I should be likely to leave any money about?"
"You, Aunt?"
"No, my dear. Only bills and things. So dull for him. What do you suppose he wanted?"
"I don't suppose anything. I'm in the dark at the moment." He looked round the room, his eyes narrowed and speculative. "The drawing room, the study, the library, but not the dining room. Queer. It would seem as though you've got something that someone else wants rather badly, Uncle. A document?"
"Certainly not! Any important papers are lodged at my bank. Not that they could be of the slightest interest to anyone but myself."
"Why throw books on the floor?" said Lady Matthews. "So unnecessary, I feel."
Amberley looked quickly across at her. "Books! Good God!"
"Go on, Frank, what?" squeaked Felicity. "I do call this fun!"
Amberley paid no heed to her. "Where's that book you borrowed from Fountain, sir?"