The sergeant sprang to attention. Just this minute gone, sir. He's in one of his funny moods."
"Oh, you've been talking to him, have you? Very irregular, Sergeant, quite out of order. I suppose Mr. Amberley didn't throw any more light than he did in his evidence?"
"No, sir. Mr. Amberley went off highly humorous," said the sergeant heavily.
At Greythorne only Felicity evinced much interest in the result of the inquest. Sir Humphrey, although a justice of the peace, deprecated the introduction of such subjects into the home circle, and Lady Matthews had already forgotten most of what it was about. But when Amberley met Anthony Corkran at the clubhouse that afternoon he found that worthy agog to talk the matter over. In company with the Fountains he had been present at the inquest, and he expressed himself much dissatisfied with the result.
"Is that the end of it?" he demanded. "D'you mean to tell me there's nothing more. going to be done?"
"Oh no, there's a lot more to be done. Find the murderer, for instance. Look here, there are several things I want to ask you, but first I want to play golf. What about it?"
"Absolutely all right with me," Anthony assured him.
"Might think out a solution on the round, what?"
The course was a long one with a fair amount of trouble on it. Mr. Corkran warned his friend that it was imperative to keep straight and pulled his first drive into a clump of gorse bushes.
"Thanks, Anthony," said Mr. Amberley. "Example is better than precept - every time."