“I'm quite in the dark about it all.”
The Inspector looked him up and down deliberately for a moment.
“Well, in that case, sir, I don't think we need take up any more of your time. I'll remove the police from your house. It's been disinfected already by the sanitary people, so you can go back there any time you choose, now. Thanks for the help you've given us.”
Flamborough did not speak to Sir Clinton until they had put the length of a corridor between themselves and Silverdale's laboratory.
“I think I'll drop in and see Dr. Markfield again, sir,” he explained. “I'm not at all satisfied about some things.”
“Do so, Inspector. I quite agree with you!”
“I'll make an excuse about the arrangements for this analysis. Not that I'll lay much stress on Markfield's results when we get them, sir. He's made a bad impression on me over that evidence he gave us before. People shouldn't equivocate in a murder case merely to shield their friends. We've troubles enough without that sort of thing.”
“Well, handle him tactfully, Inspector, or he may turn stubborn. If he takes refuge in ‘I don't remember,’ or anything of that sort, you'll not get much out of him.” Sir Clinton observed.
“I shan't frighten him,” Flamborough assured him, as they approached Markfield's room.
As they entered, Markfield looked up in surprise at seeing them once more.