“She really doesn’t.”
“But—anyway we must find him.”
“I am busy at it now.”
“Any traces?”
“None.”
“It is a weird development. Did he do it? Is he keeping out of the way because—?”
“It is impossible to say. We know that he came to Midlington, but that he came to Cartordale or ever had any prussic acid in his possession—”
“Yes, you’re right. We must bring him a little nearer than Midlington. But if he didn’t do it, or, for the matter of that, if he did, he is a fool for keeping out of the way.”
Which at least was a self-evident proposition.
“And now that we have disposed of Billy Clevedon for the time being,” Pepster went on, “tell me what you think of this.”