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He seemed so genuinely interested that before she realised what liberties she was taking in the master's house, she had led him into a small sitting room at the end of a short passage leading out of the hall. It had evidently been intended for a smoking room or study when the villa was built, but was clearly never used by Mr. Rattar, for it contained little furniture beyond bookcases.
The door closed behind him and Simon was left still apparently thinking. On the day after the funeral Lady Cromarty for the first time felt able to see the family lawyer. Simon Rattar came out in the morning in a hired car and spent more than a couple of hours with her.
Rattar always spent the afternoons at his office and would not return before five o'clock, his disappointment was so manifest that she felt sincerely sorry for him. He hesitated and was about to go away when a happy idea struck him.
Upon the very next morning there arose on the horizon a little cloud, a cloud that seemed at the moment the merest fleck of vapour, which upset him, his family thought, quite unduly. It took the form of a business letter from Mr. Simon Rattar, a letter on the surface perfectly innocuous and formally polite. Yet Sir Reginald seemed considerably disturbed.
By this time her visitor seemed to have given up all immediate thoughts of writing his note to Mr. Rattar. He turned his back to the table and looked at her with benevolent calm. "Let's hear it, Mary," he said gently. And then she told him the story of that dreadful night when the unknown visitor came for the box of old papers.
"Well," said Carrington, "no doubt you knew best, Mr. Rattar." His eyes thoughtfully followed the smoke of his cigarette upwards for a moment, and then he said: "That being so, my first step had better be to visit Keldale House and see whether it is still possible to find any small point the local professionals have overlooked." Mr. Rattar seemed to disapprove of this.
In her low voice and with a fleeting smile she wished him good morning, like an acquaintance with whom she was quite familiar, and then with a serious little frown, and fixing her engaging eyes very straight upon him, she made the surprising demand: "Mr. Rattar, I want you to tell me honestly who I am."
"Nothing to discover," said he. "And they will know what you have come about." Mr. Carrington smiled. "I think, Mr. Rattar, that, on the whole, my appearance provokes no great amount of suspicion." "Your appearance, no," admitted Simon, "but "
When he was shown into the lawyer's room, he exhibited a greater air of keenness than usual. "Well, Mr. Rattar," said he, "you'll be interested to hear that I've got rather a new point of view with regard to this case." "Indeed?" said Simon, and his lips twitched a little as he spoke. There was no doubt that he was not looking so well as usual.
"Have you ever studied the French methods of getting at the truth?" enquired Carrington, and when Simon shook his head contemptuously, he added with some significance: "We can learn a good deal from our neighbours." "Trivial grounds!" muttered Simon. "No, no!" Carrington became unusually serious and impressive. "I am investigating this case, Mr. Rattar, and I want to see Sir Malcolm.
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