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Flexen told him that he was engaged in investigating the affair of Lord Loudwater's death. Therefore, Mr. Flexen came to the point at once. "I have been informed that Lord Loudwater paid you a visit last night, and that a violent quarrel ensued, Colonel Grey," he said. "Pardon me; but the violence was all on Lord Loudwater's part," said Colonel Grey in an exceedingly unpleasant tone.
"By Jove!" said Colonel Grey softly. "Not a doubt of it. I'll tell you all about it one of these days," said Mr. Flexen, for the bell rang to warn them that the third act was about to begin. In the corridor Colonel Grey said: "Queer that he should have dropped down dead in the street a week before this success." "Well, he was discharged from the Army for having a bad heart.
My husband's heir is still in Mesopotamia, and I expect that I shall have to run the Castle till he comes back." "Thank you. To stay here will be very convenient and useful," said Mr. Flexen gratefully, and left her. He came down the stairs thoughtfully. It seemed to him quite unlikely that she had had anything to do with the crime, or knew anything more about it than she had told him.
Flexen did not accept her statement. If he were to accept it, she herself at once became the most likely person to have committed the crime. It was always possible that she had. She certainly had the best reasons of any one, as far as he knew, for committing it. The evidence of Mr. Manley about the time at which he heard Lord Loudwater snore was of the first importance.
"Was he so fond of Lady Loudwater?" said Mr. Flexen in a somewhat doubtful tone. He had heard stories about Lord Loudwater's treatment of his wife. "He didn't show any great fondness for her, I'm bound to say. In fact, he was always bullying her. But he wouldn't need to be very fond of any one to go crazy with jealousy about her. He was a man of strong passions and quite unbalanced.
He could not remember a case of the murder of a peer; they had always seemed to him a class immune from anything more serious than ordinary assault. He was pleased that Mr. Flexen was conducting the inquiry himself, for he did not wish Scotland Yard to deal with it.
Thanks to the shock he had had and thanks to Elizabeth, he wore a more subdued air, and was much more amiable with his fellow-servants. The Daily Wire, the Daily Planet, and the rest of the newspapers had let the Loudwater mystery slip quietly out of their columns. Mr. Flexen was waiting with quiet expectation for information about the unknown woman.
Manley in an assured tone. "I know from what he told me himself. We were talking over our experiences." "But, hang it all! he's a V. C.!" cried Mr. Flexen. "Yes, he's a V. C. all right. But that's because he's one of those men who have the knack of taking an interest in everything they turn their hands to, and doing it well. But his two passions are Chinese art and women," said Mr. Manley.
Flexen had thought it not unlikely that Hatchings had entered the Castle by that entrance. He was pleased to have his guess corroborated. "That would be about half-past ten," he said. "Could you see into the library at all?" "Only a very little way, sir."
A man of his utterly uncontrollable temper is the very man to commit suicide," said Colonel Grey firmly. "It is, of course, always possible that he committed suicide," said Mr. Flexen in a non-committal tone. "It's most probable," said Colonel Grey curtly. "What do you think, Lady Loudwater?" said Flexen. "Why, I haven't thought much about it.
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