“No. He’s ruled out personally. He was down at Birmingham. But I’m going to cultivate him assiduously, and, if possible, his compatriots who forgather with him at Cacciola’s and elsewhere. I believe that’s the direction in which the truth will be found. Snell doesn’t. He is sure he’s got a clear, straightforward case, and that his duty’s finished!”
Winnie frowned thoughtfully.
“You think Lady Rawson and Boris were members of a secret society?”
“Sure!”
“And that one of them watched, and followed, and killed her?”
“Possibly.”
“Then why didn’t he keep the papers?”
“That’s the snag. But suppose he or she—it might have been a woman—didn’t want the papers, that it was a personal vendetta? That’s the line I mean to follow now.”
“It sounds quite likely,” she agreed. “How clever of you, Austin. But how are you going to set about it?”