“Half of what you’ve said already sounds like riddles to me, sir,” Armadale protested, fretfully. “I’m never sure when you’re serious and when you’re pulling my leg.”
Sir Clinton was saved from the embarrassment of a reply by the arrival of Cecil Chacewater. He nodded curtly to the two officials as he came up. The Inspector stepped forward to meet him.
“I’d like to put one or two questions to you, Mr. Chacewater,” he said, ignoring the look on Sir Clinton’s face.
Cecil looked Armadale up and down before replying.
“Well, go on,” he said, shortly.
“First of all, Mr. Chacewater,” the Inspector began, “I want to know when you last saw your brother alive.”
Cecil replied without the slightest hesitation:
“On the morning I left Ravensthorpe. We’d had a disagreement and I left the house.”
“That was the last time you saw him?”
“No. I see him now.”