It was a moment before she answered. “But that is too bad. She told me she was sure you could find a day.”
“She can’t come,” said Reggie sharply.
“The man has spoken,” she laughed. “Oh, of course, she mustn’t go behind that.” He was given a keen mocking glance. “And can’t you come either, Mr. Fortune?”
“I have a great deal of work. Lady Chantry. It’s come rather unexpectedly.”
“Indeed, you do look worried. I’m so sorry. I’m sure you ought to take a rest, a long rest.” A servant came in. “Won’t you really have some tea?”
“No, thank you. Goodbye, Lady Chantry.”
He went home and rang up Lomas. Lomas, like the father of Baby Bunting, had gone a-hunting. Lomas was in Leicestershire. Superintendent Bell replied: Did Bell know if they had anything new about the unknown murderer?
“Inquiries are proceeding, sir,” said Superintendent Bell.
“Damn it, Bell, I’m not the House of Commons. Have you got anything?”
“Not what you’d call definite, sir, no.”