‘That sounds very topsy-turvy,’ said Harriet, mildly. But his unwonted excitement had already flickered out.
‘I’m only walking on my head, after the manner of clowns. If we went along to Shrewsbury now, do you think the Warden would see me?’
* * * *
Later in the day, Dr. Baring sent for Harriet.
‘Lord Peter Wimsey has been to see me,’ she said, ‘with a rather curious proposition which, after a little consideration, I refused. He told me that he was almost certain in his own mind of the identity of the—the offender, but that he was not in a position at the moment to offer a complete proof. He also said that the person had, he thought, taken the alarm, and would be doubly careful from now on to escape detection. The alarm might, in fact, be sufficient to prevent further outbreaks until t
