“I see.”
“His lordship was alone in the lift for some minutes before anyone went out to the landing,” read Fox.
“Yes.”
“Thank you, my lord. After he had been there for some minutes he was joined by her ladyship — Lady Wutherwood — that is — and by Lady Charles Lamprey and by Mr. Lamprey. Which Mr. Lamprey would that be, my lord?”
“Let me think. You must forgive me but my thoughts are intolerably confused.”
Fox waited politely.
“My brother,” said Lord Charles at last, “left me in the drawing-room. Soon after that the boys, I mean my three sons, joined me there. Then I think my wife opened the door and asked if one of the boys would take my brother and sister-in-law down in the lift. They never take themselves down. One of the boys went out. That will be the one you mean?”
“Yes. That is so, my lord.”
“I don’t know which it was.”
“You don’t remember?”