I give you warning so that you will be able to conceal
your surprise, but not I hope, your pleasure. Expect him at
three, or thereabouts.'"
"Ah!" The inspector copied it down carefully. "Did you notice
the postmark?"
"London."
"And what was Mark's attitude?"
"Annoyance, disgust--" Cayley hesitated.
"Apprehension?"
"N-no, not exactly. Or, rather, apprehension of an unpleasant
interview, not of any unpleasant outcome for himself."
"You mean that he wasn't afraid of violence, or blackmail, or
anything of that sort?"
"He didn't appear to be."
"Right . . . . Now then, he arrived, you say, about three
o'clock?"
"Yes, about that."
"Who was in the house then?"
"Mark and myself, and some of the servants. I don't know which.
Of course, you will ask them directly, no doubt."
"With your permission. No guests?"
"They were out all day playing golf," explained Cayley. "Oh, by
the way," he put in, "if I may interrupt a moment, will you want
to see them at all? It isn't very pleasant for them now,
naturally, and I suggested--" he turned to Antony, who nodded
back to him.
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