CHAPTER 13Somewhere in the back of my mind I had the idea that the kindest—perhaps even the most important—thing for me to do was go at once to Judge Candler and tell him what I’d just learned. I even had a vague conviction that that was what Colonel Primrose meant me to do, so that when the official juggernaut started moving he’d be unofficially prepared for it. There was definitely no doubt in my mind that Colonel Primrose was official, and that any consideration he might give the Candlers as friends of mine would be by way of casual suggestion through me.
I glanced at the closed library door and hesitated as I noticed a man’s neatly folded overcoat and a black derby hat lying on the old needlepoint bench against the wall between the white door frames of the library and drawing room. Th
