“I’ll get my coat now,” he said, going towards the door.
“We must stop any chance of further supplies at once, just in case of more trouble,” Sir Clinton said, when their host had left the room.
Wendover was plainly astonished.
“Do you expect another crime? Surely two’s enough?”
“One never knows,” Sir Clinton affirmed, with a hint of trouble in his tone. “I’d never forgive myself if I neglected the possibility—even though it’s a very remote one. One can’t bring dead men back to life with a few regrets, you know.”
Ardsley put his head in at the door.
“I’m ready.”
“Then let’s get off,” said Sir Clinton. “Drop me in the village as we pass, Wendover, I’ve something to do there. I’ll join you at Whistlefield as quick as I can. Wait for me there. Now drive for all you’re worth.”
As they came into the village, Sir Clinton gave a sigh of relief.
“Shops still open, I see. That’s all right!”