Chapter NineBill Armitage got Sally’s delayed letter on his arrival at the War Office next morning. It was the third or fourth letter in a fairly big pile, and when he had read it he pushed the others on one side and rang up Scotland Yard. After a little delay he got Inspector Williams on the line, and to him imparted the details of the interview on the Chark-Strudwick road as set down by Sally.
Inspector Williams said, “Yes,” at intervals. Sometimes he said, “Yes, Yes,” and at the end he said, “Quite so.” An efficient person, but not conversational.
“I shall go down this morning. There’s an eleven-thirty. What about you? Inquiries at Strudwick about the car? All right. You’ll take your own line then? I must get back to town tonight, but I don’t think Miss Meredith ought to be alone in t
