“As at present advised,” answered Blick, with a smile. “Always ready to hear anything in the way of suggestion though.”
“Come along,” said Chilford, “it’s two o’clock. Glad to give any of you—all of you—some lunch if you’ll come with me. Cold food—but plenty of it.”
The men trooped out into the hall. And there, coming from the morning-room, they saw Harry Markenmore and Valencia. Harry came up to the group and nodded at Blick.
“My sister wants to ask Sergeant Blick a question,” he said, turning to the Chief Constable. “Something about my late brother’s personal effects.”
Blick turned to Valencia; the other men paused, interested and attentive. Valencia looked at the detective with something of anxiety.
“It was you, wasn’t it, who examined my brother Guy’s clothing and what he had on him?” she asked. “You mentioned a lot of things in the witness-box this morning. Did you mention everything?”
“Everything—yes,” replied Blick.
“Every single thing that you found?”
“Every single thing!”
Valencia’s eyes grew more troubled. She looked round at the attentive faces.