“Can’t you do anything to bring light on it all, Austin?” she asked.
He passed his hand perplexedly over his sleek hair.
“I mean to do everything I can, dear, but——”
“Haven’t you any theory?”
“I’ve had quite a lot, and tried to follow them up, but they won’t wash—not one. I felt mighty uneasy when I found Lady Rawson had been to your old maestro’s flat and that Roger had followed her there.”
“Did he! When did you find that out?”
“The same night, just after Snell, the detective, came here, and asked so many questions. I went straight to the flat.”
“You never told me!”
“I never told anyone; but I soon found that Snell knew all about it too, and as he kept silence so did I. Though what I couldn’t make out was why Roger went on her track like that, when he had so little time to spare. It was an utter mystery till I got the clue when the news came through about those secret papers, and I went straight to Sir Robert and saw him. It was he who sent it; Snell must have known it all the time and suppressed it—never gave even me a hint.”
“Then you wrote the ‘interview’? I thought so. Did Sir Robert say anything else? What does he think?”