“Robbery!”
The Chief Constable nodded. He, too, was beginning to see developments.
“Looks like it,” he said. “Murdered for what he had on him. And yet——” he paused, looking at the detective with professional appeal. “Odd,” he went on, “that everything else was untouched.”
“That makes things all the more significant,” observed Blick. He turned to Lansbury. “Did you see where Markenmore put the money—the banknotes—and the papers you referred to just now?” he asked.
“I did! In the inner breast pocket of his coat.”
“Just put them in—as one puts letters, or anything of that sort, into one’s pocket?”
“Sure!”
“Did he ever leave that room in which you were all three sitting until you all left it for good?”
“He did not! None of us did.”
“Well,” said Blick, after a pause, during which he appeared to be deep in reflection. “What happened after you’d finished this business?”