CHAPTER 15Geoffrey Trent sat facing the Inspector who had come out from Wraydon, a pleasant-looking man whose fresh colouring contrasted sharply with his own haggard appearance.
“You tell me the young lady played a trick on you and Miss Muir on Saturday at a place very near the one from which she fell on Sunday afternoon.”
“It was not exactly the same place.”
“No. We have photographs of both places of course. I’m trying to find out just how serious that trick may have been.”
“It was not serious. It was a trick.”
“But it might have been serious if the rope had broken.”
“I don’t think so. The place where she was standing by that conifer—there was plenty of foothold, and there would be no strain upon the rope.”
“It was the rope you showed me?”
“Yes.”
“A good strong rope—it wouldn’t h
