Had Bude got the note?
No, Mr. Manderton, sir, he had not. But Lady Margaret had shown it to him. It had simply stated that Miss Trevert had gone off to the Continent and would be back in a few days.
Again the detective turned to Robin at his elbow.
“These country bumpkins!” he said savagely. “I must go to the Yard and get Humphries on the ’phone. He may have telegraphed me about it. You stay here and I’ll ring you later if there’s any news. What do you make of it, Mr. Greve?”
“It beats me,” was Robin’s rueful comment. “And what about the inquest? It’s for Tuesday, isn’t it? Miss Trevert will have to give evidence, I take it?...”
“Oh,” said Mr. Manderton, picking up his hat and speaking in an offhand way, “I’m getting that adjourned for a week!”
“The inquest adjourned! Why?”
There was a twinkle in the detective’s eye as he replied.
“I thought, maybe, I might get further evidence ...”
Robin caught the expression and smiled.