Boyd watched him curiously as he halted before the sofa, dropped on one knee, and peered up at the face of the reclining clock.
He looked up at Boyd. “Stopped at ten-forty-five. That make the murder fit in with the times the people in the house have told you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“When are you going to have the room tidied?”
“Any time now. We’ve got the photos.”
“Right.” Anthony got to his feet. “Let us, Boyd, unite our strength and put grand-dad on his feet.”
Between them they raised the clock. Anthony opened the case and set the pendulum swinging. A steady tick-tock began at once.
Anthony looked at his watch. “Stopped exactly twelve hours ago, did grandfather,” he said. “Doesn’t seem to be damaged, though.”
“No, sir. It takes a lot to put those old clocks out of order.”
Anthony went back to the front of the sofa and stood looking down at the carpet.