“He’s not in just at the moment,” said the girl, “but, anyhow, I don’t think he could have told you anything to help you.” She considered. “Let me think. Colonel Westaway was there, Mr. Hatherleigh and old Major Brown.” She shook her head. “None of them crazy and, it happens, they all attend our church.”
“But tell me about them,” said Larose. “Now I’ve taken the trouble to come here, I may as well get my money’s worth.”
“Well, it couldn’t have been Colonel Westaway,” she said, “for he’s been ill in bed the last three Sundays. I know that for certain, because he’s one of our churchwardens and has been down with pneumonia and is only just getting convalescent. Then Major Brown is old and very gouty and he couldn’t have ridden away on that bicycle the police say the murderer used.” She smil
