His interview with the sturdy, athletic Miss Bampton, however, proved abortive. She felt quite certain that her friend had never so much as looked at anybody save Jack Clayton. According to her, Lily was a retiring, sensible sort of girl, full of fun, but not given to flirtatious interludes. She had, in fact, got the name among the village beaux for being stand-offish and unapproachable. Miss Bampton didn’t agree with this, but she felt quite sure that Lily had never encouraged any man except Clayton.
“Just as I thought,” muttered Meredith, more to himself than to the constable as they drove off. “We’re barking up the wrong tree. Jealousy wasn’t the motive. And as far as I can see Clayton wasn’t murdered for his money either.”
“You don’t think——?” began the constable respectfully.
“Look
