Kerr smiled. His smile was almost boyish. "That means you've got something really rather nice all worked out?"
Quayle said: "Yes, I've worked it out as far as I can." He brought a piece of paper out of his pocket. He went on: "Look, here's a plan of the house—the Manor House, Nelswood. Lelley's there. At least he was there three hours ago. I've had him under continuous observation for weeks. Now this is how you're going to do it. Cordover will be playing his usual act of driving for that Transport Company. He'll have a truck—a heavy one, but I want to try an experiment before we get down to the real job. You never know, this Lelley might be inclined to talk when he realises that things are going to be rather tough for him. He might want to talk a little. He might think there was a chance
