Chapter Ten
The next day I rose early and went outside for a stroll, eager, I must confess, to see what the police were up to. Jameson and his men had already arrived and were busying themselves about the terrace and the flower beds and lawns close to the house. I struck out towards the ha-ha, from where I could see what was happening without getting in the way and without seeming too curious. I soon found that someone else had had the same idea.
‘Ha! Good morning,’ said Hugh MacMurray. ‘I see you’re keeping an eye on these police chappies, like me. It’s just like a detective novel, what?’
‘Nothing could have been further from my thoughts,’ I replied stiffly. ‘I was merely taking a walk to clear my head before breakfast.’
‘Yes, yes, that’s a good story,’ he said jovially. ‘I say, what
