“That’s right,” agreed Bailey.
“I’ve no idea,” said Alleyn, “in what sort of country we shall find ourselves.”
“The flat belongs to deceased’s brother, doesn’t it, sir?”
“Yes. Lord Charles Lamprey.”
The police-surgeon spoke for the first time. “I fancy I’ve heard something about Lamprey,” he said. “Can’t remember what it was.”
“Wasn’t he mixed up in that Stein suicide?” said Bailey.
Alleyn glanced at him. “He was, yes. Stein left him with the baby.”
“The baby, sir?”
“Figuratively, Bailey. Lord Charles appeared to have developed an amazing flair for signing himself into every conceivable sort of responsibility. He turned out to be Stein’s partner, you remember.”
“Did he go bust?” asked the doctor.