“It was Miss Trevert, you say, who found the body?”
“No,” Greve replied. “Her brother, Sir Horace Trevert. It was Miss Trevert who heard the shot fired.”
“The door was locked, I think?”
“On the inside. But here is Sir Horace Trevert. He will tell you how he got through the window and discovered the body.”
Horace Trevert gave a brief account of his entry into the library. Again the Inspector scribbled in his notebook.
“One or two more questions, gentlemen, please,” he said, “and then I should wish to see Miss Trevert. Firstly, who saw Mr. Hartley Parrish last: and at what time?”
Horace Trevert looked at Greve.
“It would be when he left us after lunch, wouldn’t it?” he said.
“Certainly, certainly,” Dr. Romain broke in. “He left us all together in the dining-room, you, Horace and Robin and Lady Margaret and Mary ... Miss Trevert and her mother, you know,” he added by way of explanation to the Inspector.
“And he went straight to the library?”