“I shan't,” said Markfield, crossly. “You can refer him to me if he comes to you again.”
“We'd nothing to do with the matter,” Sir Clinton pointed out. “He was told he'd get the owner's address from the County Council. I expect he got into a calmer frame of mind when he'd had time to think.”
He turned to Miss Hailsham, who seemed to have recovered complete control over herself during this interlude.
“I think that's all we need worry you with, Miss Hailsham. I'm sorry that we put you to so much trouble.”
As a sign that the interview was at an end, he moved over to open the door for her.
“I certainly don't wish you success,” she said icily, as she left the room.
“Well, I think that's all we have to do here, Inspector,” Sir Clinton said as he turned back from the open door. “We mustn't take up any more of Dr. Markfield's time. I don't want to hurry you too much,” he added to Markfield, “but you'll let us have your official report as soon as you can, won't you?”
Markfield promised with a nod, and the two officials left the building. When they reached headquarters again, Sir Clinton led the way to his own office.
“Sit down for a moment or two, Inspector,” he invited. “You may as well glance over the London man's report when you're about it. Here it is—not for actual use, of course, until we get the official version from him.”
He passed over a paper which Flamborough unfolded.