CHAPTER XVSuperintendent Vyner came in with something of the air of a docile bull in the traditional china shop. He was, as a matter of fact, uncomfortably conscious that his boots were not only large but muddy, and that the whole situation was, as Mr Pearson had put it, awkward. Previous contacts with Miss Paradine had been over such pleasant matters as the provision of police for the marshalling of cars at social functions. There had also been handsome donations to police dances and police charities. Business was business of course, and duty was duty. He found it in his heart to wish that Dr Frith, the police surgeon, was less positive about those cuts and bruises. Dr Horton, now, he was all for making things easy for the family—hadn’t been their doctor best part of twenty years for noth
