CHAPTER SEVENIona was preparing a special dish for luncheon and was now wondering if she could persuade the Earl to eat anything when Newman hurried into the kitchen.
“I’ve just had a man come here from the Police,” he said. “They’re postponin’ all enquiries until Monday.”
Iona looked at him in surprise.
“Until Monday!” she exclaimed.
“Yes. After all it’s Saturday today and they think that as the robber was dead he’ll do nobody no harm in the mortuary. Then I expect that they’ll get an Inspector down from London to make the necessary enquiries.”
Iona gave a gasp.
“Oh, Newman, then you don’t mind saying that you shot him?”
“The Policeman from the village says that he don’t think there’ll be much fuss about it,” Newman answered. “After all, he hit his Lordship first and the doctor wil
