“I did,” cried Quentin Gray, coming forward. “I and Seton Pasha.”
“Seton Pasha!” Kerry’s teeth snapped together, so that he seemed to bite off the words. “I don’t see a Turk present.”
Seton smiled quietly.
“My friend uses a title which was conferred upon me some years ago by the ex-Khedive,” he said. “My name is Greville Seton.”
Inspector Kerry glanced back across his shoulder.
“Notes,” he said. “Unlock your ears, Coombes.” He looked at Gray. “What is your name?”
“Quentin Gray.”
“Who are you, and in what way are you concerned in this case?”
“I am the son of Lord Wrexborough, and I—”
He paused, glancing helplessly at Seton. He had recognized that the first mention of Rita Irvin’s name in the police evidence must be made by himself.