CHAPTER 35In the Superintendent’s office at Lenton police station Chief Inspector Lamb read over the statements in the case. If it is asked where the Superintendent was, he was in bed with a chill, and very sorry for himself as far as that went, but perhaps not so sorry to be out of an affair which threatened to involve two highly respected local families.
Lamb went through his sergeant’s neatly typed sheets from one end to the other, his face without expression, his big fingers turning the pages methodically and without haste. When he had finished he looked up and said in measured tones,
“I thought I’d come to him with everything fresh in my mind, but it makes no difference—looks worse if anything. The Commissioner was surprised we hadn’t made the arrest. Gave me the feeling I’d made a
