«Thipps?» said Lord Peter. «Thipps? Oh, yes, the little architect man who's doing the church roof. Yes. What about him?»

«Mrs. Throgmorton's just been in, in quite a state of mind.»

«Sorry, Mother, I can't hear. Mrs. Who?»

«Throgmorton — Throgmorton — the vicar's wife.»

«Oh, Throgmorton, yes?»

«Mr. Thipps rang them up this morning. It was his day to come down, you know.»

«Yes?»

«He rang them up to say he couldn't. He was so upset, poor little man. He'd found a dead body in his bath.»

«Sorry, Mother, I can't hear; found what, where?»

«A dead body, dear, in his bath.»