Although
Mr. Gillingham very kindly--" He smiled at Antony, who was
waiting at the door, and left his sentence unfinished.
"Ah, that reminds me," said the Inspector. "Didn't you say that
one of your guests--Mr. Beverley was it?--a friend of Mr.
Gillingham's, was staying on?"
"Yes; would you like to see him?"
"Afterwards, if I may."
"I'll warn him. I shall be up in my room, if you want me. I
have a room upstairs where I work--any of the servants will show
you. Ah, Stevens, Inspector Birch would like to ask you a few
questions."
"Yes, sir," said Audrey primly, but inwardly fluttering. The
housekeeper's room had heard something of the news by this time,
and Audrey had had a busy time explaining to other members of the
staff exactly what he had said, and what she had said. The
details were not quite established yet, but this much at least
was certain: that Mr. Mark's brother had shot himself and
spirited Mr. Mark away, and that Audrey had seen at once that he
was that sort of man when she opened the door to him. She had
passed the remark to Mrs.
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