Then, with a sudden change of mind, he contradicted himself.
“No, we’ll leave it here for the present. That will be much better.”
Somewhat mystified by this change of intention, the Inspector agreed. Sir Clinton’s manner did not invite questions.
“I think we had better see Miss Chacewater again. There are one or two questions I’d like to put to her, Inspector; and you had better be there.”
In a minute or two, Joan was found, with Michael Clifton in attendance. Sir Clinton did not think it worth while to sit down.
“Just a couple of points I want to ask about. First of all, is there any record of the combination which opens the lock of the safe in the museum?”
Joan shook her head.
“Maurice was the only one of us who knew it. My father did leave a note of it; but I remember that Maurice destroyed that. He specially wished to keep it to himself.”
“Another point,” Sir Clinton went on. “Did Foss know, on the night of the burglary, which of the rows contained the real medallions and which row the replicas were in?”
Joan reflected for a moment or two before replying.