“When Bailey and Thompson have finished, get her to tidy him up. He’s a nightmare as he is. Come on, Fox.”
II
Fox had caused the mechanism of the lift to be switched off, had sealed the doors and had posted a uniformed constable on the landing. The lift was dark inside and, waiting there at the Lampreys’ landing, it wore an air of expectancy.
“Window at the top of the door,” said Alleyn.
“That’s right, sir.”
“Didn’t you say that he sat in here, yelling for his wife? With the doors shut?”
“So the butler said.”
“He might have been whisked down below.”
“Perhaps he kept his thumb on the stop button, Mr. Alleyn.”
“Perhaps he did.” Alleyn switched on the light “Now, where was he?”