CHAPTER THIRTY-SIXIt was about half an hour later that Inspector Crisp arrived back at the club with Mrs. Robinson and Major Constable. A police sergeant drove with Major Constable beside him, while Crisp sat behind with Mrs. Robinson and kept his eyes open. Nothing had been said, except that the Chief Constable would be glad to see them at Warne House. So far from evincing any reluctance, both had appeared to welcome the suggestion. Mrs. Robinson in particular had quite brightened up. “I don’t suppose he’ll keep us long, will he, and then we can get a decent meal. And no one can say anything if we’ve been sent for, can they?” A rhetorical question to which Crisp had not felt obliged to reply. Cool hands, the both of them, was what he thought, and he’d best keep his eye lifting.
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