Fayre nodded.
“That’s the real snag,” he agreed. “Still, I can’t help thinking that it all points to an appointment, probably with the driver of the car. Given that the tramp killed her, the man with the car may have kept his appointment, found her dead and cleared off, hence his haste.”
“And where does Dr. Gregg come into all this?” asked Sybil Kean.
“On very flimsy grounds at present, I’m glad to say, for the sake of your peace of mind! I can imagine it would be a little disquieting to find you’d got a murderer as your medical attendant!”
Sybil Kean smiled lazily.
“Poor Dr. Gregg! He is rather a bear, on the surface, but you’d be surprised how gentle he can be. You’ve got to be ill to see the best side of him. He’s not cold-blooded enough for a murderer.”
Fayre looked at her in surprise.
“Then what made you pitch on him as the person in whom I was interested? You said there was a reason.”
“A very vague one. And I may be absolutely mistaken. It was more an impression I had.”
“Let’s have it, anyway; then I’ll tell you what’s been worrying me. We may make something of it between us.”