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Then he awoke completely and said: "Send a groom for Black the constable at once. Yes and tell Wilkins to telephone the news to the Chief Inspector at Low Wycombe. Hurry up! I'll get dressed and be down in a few minutes. Hurry up!" Holloway turned to go. "Stop!" said Mr. Manley. "Tell Wilkins to see that no one disturbs Lady Loudwater. I'll break the news myself when she is dressed."
James Hutchings had come out of the library window at about half-past eleven, also, if William Roper might be believed, furious. Lady Loudwater had come through the library window at a quarter to twelve, and gone back through it at five minutes to twelve. Each of the last three had passed within fifteen feet of Lord Loudwater, dead or alive, both on entering and on coming out of the Castle.
The inspector had learned from her that the Lord Loudwater had paid a visit to her lodger the evening before, and that they had quarrelled fiercely. Mr. Flexen heard her story and questioned her. The important point in it seemed to him to be Lord Loudwater's threats to hound Colonel Grey out of the Army. Mrs. Turnbull left him plenty to ponder. Mr.
George Hartwell deposed that he helped both the prisoner and the prosecutor to the inn where they lay at Oxford. Sarah Howard deposed that she kept the inn or house where they lodged at Loudwater the night before the robbery was committed.
Wilkins had poured out a glass of port for both of them to drink with their cheese-straws. Lord Loudwater finished his cheese-straws, took a long sip from his glass, rolled it lovingly over his tongue, gulped it down with a hideous grimace, banged down his fist on the table, and roared in a terrible, anguished voice: "It's corked! It's corked! It's that scoundrel Hutchings!
Flexen was sure that Colonel Grey had heard Lord Loudwater snore and that Lady Loudwater had not. What did they know? What had they done? Or what had one of them done? When Mr. Flexen reached the Castle Wilkins took him to a bedroom in the west wing. He found that his portmanteau had arrived, had been unpacked, and that his dress clothes were laid out ready for him on the bed.
To say nothing of the train, it's a short enough motor drive from London; and it was a moonlight night," said Mr. Flexen. "Then you may be able to find traces of the car. The woman must have left it somewhere while she had the interview with Lord Loudwater," said Mr. Carrington. "I'll try," said Mr. Flexen, not very hopefully, "But there are so few people about at night nowadays.
Lord Loudwater therefore could, without any ruffling of his sensibilities, give all his thought to his food, and he did. The cooking at the castle was always excellent. If it was not, he sent for the chef and spoke to him about it. There was little conversation at lunch. Lady Loudwater never spoke to her husband first, save on rare occasions about a matter of importance.
"It does explain several things," said Mr. Flexen dryly. "We know now why she was so hard to find why there was no trace of her relations with Lord Loudwater, no trace of Shepherd's managing the Low Wycombe property among his papers, why there were no pass-books." Mr. Carrington flushed and said: "The young scoundrel had us on toast all the while." "Toast is the word," said Mr. Flexen.
Flexen hoped that Lord Loudwater had not been able to help confiding in his lawyers about this unknown woman. Then he said: "By the way, do you know Colonel Grey?" "Oh, yes. He was here a lot up to a little while ago. Then he had a row, the inevitable row, with Lord Loudwater, and he hasn't been here since.
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