CHAPTER XXX“And where do you think that gets us?” said Inspector Abbott. After a couple of hours at Sea View, Inspector Colt opined that he was damned if he knew.
Frank nodded.
“Somewhere—anywhere—nowhere—you pay your money and you take your choice. But better hold off the Maybury girl. I don’t think she did it, you know.”
Colt looked glum. He considered that they had had a very promising case against Mrs. Maybury.
“I expect nine juries out of ten would say she did.”
“Oh, juries—we haven’t got as far as that yet. Suspects—that’s what we’re dealing with at the moment. Baa, baa, blacksheep, have you any wool? Yes, sir, yes, sir, three bags full. In other words, have we a bagful of suspects or haven’t we? And too many of them spoil the broth quite as fatally as too few. Just take a look
