«There's old Milligan, f'r instance,» said Lord Peter. «On paper, nothin' would be funnier than to catch old Milligan out. But he's rather a decent old bird to talk to. Mother likes him. He's taken a fancy to me. It's awfully entertainin' goin' and pumpin' him with stuff about a bazaar for church expenses, but when he's so jolly pleased about it and that, I feel a worm. S'pose old Milligan has cut Levy's throat and plugged him into the Thames. It ain't my business.»
«It's as much yours as anybody's,» said Parker; «it's no better to do it for money than to do it for nothing.»
«Yes, it is,» said Peter stubbornly. «Havin' to live is the only excuse there is for doin' that kind of thing.»
«Well, but look here!» said Parker. «If Milligan has cut poor old Levy's throat for no reason except to make himself richer, I don't see why he should buy himself off by giving £1,000 to Duke's Denver church roof, or why he should be forgiven just because he's childishly vain, or childishly snobbish.»
«That's a nasty one,» said Lord Peter.
«Well, if you like, even because he has taken a fancy to you.»
«No, but — »
«Look here, Wimsey — do you think he has murdered Levy?»
«Well, he may have.»
«But do you think he has?»