“Clear?” said Reggie. “Oh Peter! Clear?”
“Well, Sir Arthur had in his hands papers damaging to these blood-and-thunder Young Turks. It occurred to them that if he could die suddenly they might arrange to get the papers into their hands. So Sir Arthur is murdered, and either Osbert the executor or Major Dean the son is bribed to hand over the papers.”
“In the words of the late Tennyson,” said Reggie,
“And if it is so, so it is, you know;
And if it be so, so be it.
But it’s not interesting, Lomas old thing.”
“It would be interesting to hear you find a flaw in it,” said Lomas.
Reggie shook his head. “Nary flaw.”
“For my part,” said Lomas with some heat, “I prefer to understand why a crime was committed. I find it useful. But I am only a policeman.”
“And so say all of us.” Reggie sat up. “Then why talk like a politician? Who did it and how are we going to do him in? That’s our little job.”