Anthony raised one eyebrow.
“Exactly,” said Sir Arthur. “If that woman doesn’t go soon I won’t wait for Laura, I’ll pack her off myself.”
“Ah, yes,” Anthony said vaguely, looking down at the table. “I say, have you seen the Bow and Arrow?”
“Eh? What?”
“The wood-rasp.”
Sir Arthur shivered. “Oh, yes. Yes, I have. It was an exhibit at the inquest.”
“What was the size of it?”
“Well, I believe it’s about the biggest made. Usual short, thick handle with a blade of about a foot long and perhaps two inches wide.”
Anthony pointed to the table. “Did it make this mark?” he asked.
“Of course. Why, all that came out at the inquest. Weren’t——”