XXVIIWhen Justin Leigh walked into the hall of the Grange after putting his car away it was a quarter to one. They had made very good time on the way down. If he found Moira Lane unusually silent, he preferred it that way. He had plenty to think about.
He had hardly shut the front door behind him when to his surprise Dorinda came out of the study. She clutched him and pulled him back into the room.
“I want to talk to you—I thought you were never coming. It’s quite dreadful. The police have only just gone, and Mr. Winter is washing his hands.”
Justin shut the study door.
“Darling, you’re gibbering. Who or what is Winter?”
Dorinda gazed at him with widened eyes.
“He’s Mr. Porlock’s solicitor. The Scotland Yard policeman got him down—he arrived about eleven o’clock——”
He interrupted he
