CHAPTER VIII AT CACCIOLA’S
Snell greeted Austin with a smile and a significant cock of his left eyebrow.
“You haven’t lost any time, Mr. Starr. But there’s nothing fresh here. Sadler’s just the same, and the doctor says it will be impossible for him to attend the inquest to-morrow, so we shall ask for a week’s adjournment. And he won’t be allowed to be ‘interviewed’ by anyone,” he added pointedly.
“I guessed that, of course. I only meant to inquire how he was. I take it he’s practically under arrest?”
“Not at all. Under surveillance perhaps, which is a very different matter. And the less said about that or anything else the better for the present, Mr. Starr. No ‘stunts’ in this case, please. Well, did you find Cacciola at home? Or old Julia amiable?”
“How did you know I’d been there?”
“Guessed it, knowing you. That’s meant as a compliment.”
“Cacciola hadn’t returned. I know him fairly well, having seen him a good few times at Miss Winston’s. And Giulia was civil enough, though she seemed a bit scared. She told me some yarn about a cigarette case she had found.”