“You didn't get much out of him,” Wendover commented to the others.
Sir Clinton smiled.
“I don't think he got much chance to volunteer information,” he pointed out.
They reached Foxhills as Paul Fordingbridge was opening the main door of the house; and he invited them with a gesture to come in.
“I suppose you merely wish to have a general look round?” he asked. “Do just as you like. I'll go round with you and answer any questions that I can for you.”
Miss Fordingbridge attached herself to the party, and they went from room to room. Sir Clinton and the inspector examined the window-catches without finding anything amiss. At last Miss Fordingbridge noticed something out of the common.
“We left a few silver knick-knacks lying about. I don't see any of them.”
Inspector Armadale made a note in his pocketbook.
“Could you give me a list of them?” he asked.
Miss Fordingbridge seemed taken aback.