“I wonder if that devil is wound up far enough to make a final effort?” he reflected in some perplexity. “I believe he is. At any rate, I’ll take the chance of it. He’s had it all his own way so far, and this ought to encourage him.”
Ardsley came into the room and smiled on seeing that Sir Clinton was alone.
“I’m in a hurry, Ardsley. Stenness has taken up a lot of valuable time with his woes. What I wanted is this. Will you be at the house-door here at half-past six o’clock to-morrow morning without fail? I’ll need you, perhaps.”
He paused, then as an after-thought apparently, he added:
“I don’t suppose you could give a death certificate in the case of a death by misadventure, could you?”
Ardsley shook his head.
“I’d need to know something about the case before I could venture on that sort of thing. The Coroner would want to have a say in business of that kind.”
Sir Clinton reluctantly agreed.
“Now suppose we pick up Wendover in the other room. No one will want to see Miss Hawkhurst to-night?”
“I’ll see to that,” Ardsley assured him. “Another doctor will need to be called in, and so forth. Until he turns up, I think no one need go into that room.”