VII: A SEARCH FOR CLUES
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AFTER breakfast when Mr. Hunt started to go home, I accompanied him to the gate. Lord Clarence was also with us, and we both urged him not to go.
“I think it better that I should,” Hunt responded; “Mr. Maxwell objects to seeing a detective about, and I can’t blame the poor old man.”
“I suppose it is a natural feeling,” said Lord Clarence; “and, too, if Philip Maxwell did the shooting in a moment of temporary insanity, then, as Mr. Maxwell says, there is no occasion for detective work. But do you think that is the true explanation of the matter?”
“It is a possibility,” I said, “though it’s a new theory to me. But Philip was very much upset, indeed, deeply troubled for some unknown cause; and I, for one, do not think that cause was connected with Miss Le
