“It is a private matter,” she answered shortly.
“Please do not be offended, Miss Gargrave. I had a reason for asking. You are the second person to make inquiry about Corporal Bracknell this week.”
“Indeed?” said Joy, growing suddenly alert.
“Yes, a gentleman came here with the same question four days ago.”
“Did you see him? Would you mind telling me what he was like?”
The inspector laughed. “There is no reason why I should not, as it is not a police matter. I can do better than give you his description. I can give you his name, for I have his card somewhere.” He fumbled among some papers on the desk, and in a moment found what he sought. “Here it is! Adrian Rayner, Albany Chambers, London.”
“Adrian Rayner!”
As Joy echoed the name, the inspector glanced at her keenly. “You knew him?”
“Yes,” she replied slowly. “He is my cousin—”