There was a distant rumbling. A doorbell rang.
Baskett’s step sounded in the passage and in a moment he came in.
“If Mr. Fox might speak to you, my lord?”
“Yes, Baskett, of course.” Lord Charles hurried out. The door shut, but not before Roberta heard a sort of muffled rattle from the direction of the landing.
“That was the l-lift,” said Stephen. “I thought the police had d-disconnected it.”
“They had,” said Henry.
“I think I know what it is,” said Dr. Kantripp. “Don’t worry, Lady Charles. The police are attending to things, you know, and we have been expecting the — ah — the—”
“They’re taking him away?”
“Yes.”
“I see. Does my sister-in-law know?”