“Were there any other finger-prints except Horace’s on the outside?” she asked.
Mr. Manderton shook his head.
“No, Miss,” he answered.
They had reached the lodge-gates at the beginning of the drive and turned to retrace their steps to the house.
“Then we shall never know exactly why Mr. Parrish did this thing?” hazarded Mary.
Mr. Manderton darted her a surreptitious glance.
“We shall see about that,” he said.
There was menace in his voice.
Mary Trevert stopped. She put her hand on the detective’s arm.
“Mr. Manderton,” she said, “if you are satisfied, then, believe me, I am!”