“You will of course tell us,” said Lord Charles, “if you know of anyone else in the flat.”
“Very good, my lord. There was another person, sir, in the kitchen.”
Fox paused, pencil in hand. “Who was that?”
“Good God!” ejaculated Lord Charles. “I’d entirely forgotten him.”
“Forgotten whom, my lord?”
“What’s the miserable creature’s name, Baskett?”
“Grumball, my lord.”
Fox said sharply: “You mean Giggle. I’ve got him.”
“No, sir. This person’s name is Grumball.”
Fox looked scandalized. “Who is he, then?” he asked.