"If he's right, McCoul should be in his grave, and Gyda an old woman," Gees commented thoughtfully. "That is, if they were in time as we are. And quite possibly McCoul's hostility is due to recognition."
She smiled. "If you'd seen a photograph of daddy as he was then, you wouldn't say that," she said. "He was a handsome youth, then."
"Well, we're getting on," Gees observed, "and since that was the last scone, I'll turn on to cake too. Also, more tea, please. Now the next point. When the solution of the sheep-killings and Cottrill's death is reached, at the very least McCoul and his daughter will be implicated. I'm as sure of that as I am that Cumberland air gives me a whale of an appetite. You see what that means?"
"Yes—and I see what the appetite means," she answered. "Shall I ring and
