Callaghan nodded.
'Don't make any mistakes about this,' he said. 'You've got to play this carefully. There's a butler at Chipley Grange by the name of Grant. He's a nice old boy. I imagine he's been with the family for a long time. He's probably the soul of loyalty. I want you to go down to Chipley and pick him up,' Callaghan went on. 'He has to go out sometimes. I want you to find out from him exactly what happened so far as he knows at Chipley on the night the Admiral died. I want you to pay particular attention to any telephone calls that came through and who answered them.'
'O.K.,' said Nikolls. 'When do I start in on this?'
'Now,' said Callaghan. 'I want you back to-night or early to-morrow morning.'
'I got it,' said Nikolls.
He went out.
Callaghan threw his cigarette into the f
