“Mr. Manderton, the detective, my lady, was wishing to know whether he might see Miss Trevert ...”
“Yes. Ask him to come up here,” commanded Lady Margaret.
“He is without—in the corridor, my lady!”
He stepped back and in a moment Mr. Manderton stepped into the room, big, burly, and determined.
He made a little stiff bow to the two ladies and halted irresolute near the door.
“You wished to see my daughter, Mr. Manderton,” said Lady Margaret.
The detective bowed again.
“And you, too, my lady,” he said. “Allow me!”
He closed the door, then crossed to the fireplace.
“After I had seen you and Miss Trevert last night, my lady,” he began, “I had a talk with Mr. Jeekes, Mr. Parrish’s principal secretary, who came down by car from London as soon as he heard the news. My lady, I think this is a fairly simple case!”