Then they searched me.
The inspector simply gloated over Saumarez' revolver when I turned it out of my pocket, and this feeling rose to an absolute thrill of triumph when he discovered that one of the chambers had been discharged.
In my heart, I was thankful that I had sent those two packets and the key to my lawyers.
While the inspector was hanging fondly over Saumarez' glass eye, which one energetic young constable had furraged out of the corner of my waistcoat pocket, an idea struck me which ought to have occurred to me before.
I had come to Bath with a letter of introduction to a certain doctor, a
Dr. Mainwaring; I would send for him.
"Look here, Mr. Inspector," I said, "when you've quite finished rattling me about, I have two suggestions to make. One is to send some of your men to try if they can find the old lady whose throat has been cut, and the other is to send for Dr. Mainwaring, who knows me. I warn you that if you lock me up you will get into trouble."
At the mention of Dr. Mainwaring, Dr. Redfern, who was still there, pricked up his ears.
"Dr. Mainwaring!" he repeated. "Do you know him?"
"I came here about ten days ago," I answered, "with a letter of introduction to him from Sir Belgrave Walpole. I've no doubt that he will be able to tell you something about me."
He turned to the inspector.