CHAPTER 18MR. PINKERTON and Dan McGrath went back to Number 4 Godolphin Square from the Divisional Headquarters in Solomon Street, silent in the back seat of the police car, Inspector Bull silent in front with the driver, lost in a grim lethargy of thought that made his sudden physical and mental activity once they had got to Godolphin Square all the more surprising. They did not see Eric Dalrymple-Hughes, but following the Inspector, half automatically, into the Winship flat they saw Miss Caroline Winship. She was in the sitting room in the worn yellow satin chair, backed up against the fireplace, beleaguered and alone, her stick gripped in one hand, her heavy face working, livid and suffused, her brilliant eyes under their folded lids dull-glazed, with the paralyzed horror of one who had
