"Do as you're told," said Amberley. "That was two hours ago. And I think bed, Aunt Marion."
Felicity, who had come back into the room, went over to Shirley's chair and took her firmly by the hand. "Come on!" she said. "You're about my height. You can't possibly wear those clothes any longer. They give me a pain."
"She's going to bed," said Amberley.
Shirley rose gratefully. "I'm not going to do anything of the sort. I slept all the way home, and I'm not in the least tired. But I should like to get out of these garments."
"You may not think you're tired," said Amberley "but…"
"Oh shut up Frank!" interrupted his cousin. "Off course she isn't going to bed till all the excitement's over. Come on, don't pay any attention to him, Shirley. He's an ass."
Mr. Amberley retired, crushed, from the lists.
Ten minutes later another car drove up to the door, and Jenkins, patient resignation written all over him, admitted Inspector Fraser.
The inspector was torn between annoyance with Amberley for having kept him in the dark and delight at being about to make a sensational arrest. He assumed his curtest and most official manner, and took the opportunity to remark that the affair had been conducted in a most irregular manner. He then turned to Amberley, who was standing in front ofthe fire glancing through the evening paper, and asked him whether he wished to accompany the police to Norton Manor.
"Accompany you to Norton Manor?" repeated Amberley. "What the devil for?"