Sir Humphrey, who had put on his glasses the better to survey her, looked in bewilderment at his nephew.
Amberley grinned. "Admiring Shirley's get-up? It is nice, isn't it? It belongs to the landlady of a pub at Littlehaven. Do you mind going to your study? I've pushed the sergeant in there, he wants a warrant to arrest Fountain."
"I never did like that man," said Lady Matthews.
"Arrest Fountain?" repeated Sir Humphrey. "God bless my soul, on what charge?"
"Attempted murder will do to start with. The sergeant will tell you all about it. Aunt Marion, is the last post in?"
"Certainly, Frank." She drew an envelope out of her work-bag and looked at Shirley. "Do I give it to him, my dear?"
"Yes, please," said Shirley with a sigh.
Amberley took the envelope and tore it open. Before he drew out what was inside he looked curiously at his aunt and said: "What is this, Aunt Marion?"
Lady Matthews drew Shirley to the fire. "Probably Jasper Fountain's will," she replied.
"You ought to be burned at the stake," said Amberley. "It's a clear case of witchcraft. But only half of his will."