“Priceless,” Reggie murmured.
“What, the place or my ancestors?”
“Well, both, don’t you think?”
For the rest of the way Sir Brian told strange stories of the past of the family of Carwell.
“He’s a good talker, sir,” said Superintendent Bell, when they had left him at the park gate and were in their car. “Very pleasant company. But you’ve something on your mind.”
“The chair,” Reggie mumbled. “Why was the man in his chair?”
“Lord Carwell, sir?” Bell struggled to adjust his mind. “Well, he was. That girl was telling the truth.”
“I know, I know. That’s the difficulty. You smash the side of a man’s head in. He won’t sit down to think about it.”
“Perhaps he was sitting when he was hit.”
“Then he’d be knocked over just the same.”