Anthony professed himself entirely at sea over the whole business. He complained that Amberley was as bad as the rest of them; prowling about and saying nothing. "And just what are you doing?" he said. "I'm damned if I know."
"I'm looking for lost property," said Amberley.
"Whose lost property?"
"I'm not sure."
Anthony blinked at him. "Look here, what the devil are you driving at?"
"I'm sure, of course," said Amberley maddeningly, "but I've no proof. Awkward, isn't it?"
Anthony shook his head. "I can't cope with it. I thought you were looking for Dawson's assassin, and now you say…'
"I've never had much interest in Dawson's murder," said Amberley.
Mr. Corkran raised his eyes to heaven. "Of course I shall end up in a looney-bin," he said. "I can feel it coming on.
In spite of what he had told Sir Humphrey Mr. Amberley did not invite Corkran to play golf, but drove away from the manor to Carchester, where the chief constable and Inspector Fraser were awaiting him.