“What I don’t understand,” said Allery, “is, why you were so keen on finding out the whole thing?”
“Blackmail, I should think,” said Sanders.
Mabel gave him a look of contempt, and the rest ignored him.
“I really couldn’t tell you. I suppose a problem always fascinated me, and then I thought I might be of some use, perhaps,” and he glanced at Mabel.
“You have certainly cleared up the mystery,” said Allery.
“Yes,” said Sinclair, “but we are no nearer to the question of the murder.”
“I thought they had got the man,” said Mabel in surprise.
“They think they have,” said Sinclair.
“I suppose it will remain one of those unsolved mysteries.”
“By the way, Sir Ronald,” said Sinclair, starting up, “can I have a word with you, I shan’t keep you a minute?”