“Gosh! Not a doctor!”
“No,” said Nanny grimly, “a detective.”
Mike lay perfectly still and stared at Alleyn. Alleyn sat on the edge of the bed.
“I’m so sorry to rouse you up,” he said civilly, “but you know what these cases are. One must follow the trail while it’s fresh.”
Mike swallowed and then, with admirable nonchalance, said: “I know.”
“I wonder if you’d mind going over one or two points with me.”
“O.K.,” breathed Mike. He uttered a luxurious sigh. “Then it is murder,” he said.
“Well, it looks a bit like it!”
“Golly!” said Mike. “What a whizzer!” He appeared to think deeply for a moment and then said: “I say, sir, have you got a clue?”
“At the moment,” said Alleyn, “I am completely baffled.”