She flashed a sudden smile at him.
"Monsieur Quayle has the most charming manner of letting one know who is in charge and to whom we look for orders," she said demurely.
O'Mara said casually: "You'd have realised that in any event." He lit the cigarette. "Where is Ernest Guelvada?" he asked.
"In the kitchen," she answered. "He arrived back, I believe, at five o'clock this morning. He did not appear at all tired and proceeded to clean the car engine. He went to bed for two hours, and has since been walking about the grounds and discussing rhododendrons with Yvette. At the moment he is setting the blade of a small Swedish sailor's knife on an oilstone. Do you know why he does that?"
O'Mara said: "He carries the knife in his hat. There is a small clip inside it to take the knife. The blad
