being bothered by people.”

 

“So that’s who he is,” I said slowly.

 

“You’ve heard of him, of course?”

 

“I’m rather an old fogey, as Caroline tells me,” I said, “but I _have_ just

heard of him.”

 

“Extraordinary!” commented Caroline.

 

I don’t know what she was referring to—possibly her own failure to discover the

truth.

 

“You want to go and see him?” I asked slowly. “Now why?”

 

“To get him to investigate this murder, of course,” said Caroline sharply.

“Don’t be so stupid, James.”

 

I was not really being stupid. Caroline does not always understand what I am

driving at.

 

“You haven’t got confidence in Inspector Davis?” I went on.

 

“Of course she hasn’t,” said Caroline. “I haven’t either.”