“Quite a lot,” said Radnor Hall. Lady Lunt nodded at him, and he began. “You see, Mr. Fortune, Sir Albert left everything to Lady Lunt.” Reggie murmured that it was very natural. “As Lady Lunt regards the proposition, it’s up to her to see that justice is done about the murder.” “Justice, see?” Lady Lunt broke in vehemently. “And not have some poor devil hanged because the police think he’s an under dog and don’t count.” Radnor Hall frowned at her. “Mr. Fortune will realize when we make the position clear.” “Sorry, Radnor. You go on.” Lady Lunt threw her cigarette away and dropped into a chair. “Well, sir, to commence.” Radnor Hall smoothed his black hair. “This firm never was Albert Lunt. It was Lunt Brothers. The late Sir Albert he was sure master. He put in the git up and git. But quite a lot of the head work came from Mr. Victor Lunt. And lately, Sir Albert having largely relapsed into living on his rents, Mr. Victor Lunt has had considerable control. Now, sir, speaking as man to man, I would wish to say that the methods of Lunt Brothers have been complex--highly complex. I conjecture that in early days Albert and Victor were both out for scalps. But in my time, Sir Albert having mellowed, largely mellowed--under prosperity and certain influences----” “Oh, don’t blether, Radnor,” Lady Lunt exploded. “Well, Mr. Fortune, Sir Albert has lately showed a tendency to more conservative methods of finance. Mr. Victor Lunt has gone on putting in his sharp head work. There has been friction, sir--some friction. Now in this affair of Cranford’s--without prejudice, I would like to say that Mr. Cranford has been hardly used by Lunt Brothers.” “He’s been damnably cheated,” said Lady Lunt. “There’s a point of view,” said Radnor Hall. “Lady Lunt had put her point of view to Sir Albert. Well, sir, the Cranford case was largely handled by Mr. Victor Lunt. I wouldn’t say Sir Albert disavowed the methods used. But he considered Mr. Victor was taking too much control. Words passed. And we find Sir Albert shot. That’s the proposition, Mr. Fortune.” Reggie smiled. Reggie put the tips of his fingers together and over them looked very blandly at the military face of Radnor Hall. “Your view is that Sir Albert was murdered by his brother Victor,” he said. Lady Lunt started and looked at Radnor Hall. Radnor Hall gave no sign of surprise. “Pitch up another, doctor,” he smiled back. “No, sir. Your guess, not mine. I’m giving out facts.” “Oh, cut it out, Radnor,” said Lady Lunt. “Well, well.” Reggie surveyed her benignly. “And so Sir Albert’s death leaves Victor in control of the firm?” “Sir Albert’s share comes to me,” Lady Lunt said. “Five-eighths. I’m master now.” “A responsibility,” Reggie murmured. “If I understand one cause of quarrel between the brothers was that Victor resented your influence, madame, which Sir Albert encouraged you to use?” “Yes, that’s the proposition,” said Radnor Hall.