“Surely,” said Mr. Fish. His eyes went on to the panelled walls. “Some remarkable pictures in this room, gentlemen. A Holbein, two Van Dycks, and, if I am not mistaken, a Velasquez. I am interested in pictures—and likewise in first editions. It was to see his first editions that Lord Caterham was so kind as to invite me down here.” He sighed gently. “I guess that’s all off now. It would show a proper feeling I suppose, for the guests to return to town immediately?” “I’m afraid that can’t be done, sir,” said Superintendent Battle. “Nobody must leave the house until after the inquest.” “Is that so? And when is the inquest?” “May be to-morrow, may not be until Monday. We’ve got to arrange for the autopsy and see the Coroner.” “I get you,” said Mr. Fish. “Under the circumstances, though, it will be a melancholy party.” Battle led the way to the door. “We’d best get out of here,” he said. “We’re keeping it locked still.” He waited for the other two to pass through, and then turned the key and removed it. “I opine,” said Mr. Fish, “that you are seeking for fingerprints?” “Maybe,” said the superintendent laconically. “I should say to that, on a night such as last night, an intruder would have left footprints on the hardwood floor.” “None inside, plenty outside.” “Mine,” explained Anthony cheerfully. The innocent eyes of Mr. Fish swept over him. “Young man,” he said, “you surprise me.” They turned a corner, and came out into the big wide hall, panelled like the Council Chamber in old oak, and with a wide gallery above it. Two other figures came into sight at the far end. “Aha!” said Mr. Fish. “Our genial host.” This was such a ludicrous description of Lord Caterham that Anthony had to turn his head away to conceal a smile. “And with him,” continued the American, “is a lady whose name I did not catch last night. But she is bright—she is very bright.” With Lord Caterham was Virginia Revel. Anthony had been anticipating this meeting all along. He had no idea how to act. He must leave it to Virginia. Although he had full confidence in her presence of mind, he had not the slightest idea what line she would take. He was not long left in doubt. “Why, it’s Mr. Cade,” said Virginia. She held out both hands to him. “So you found you could come down after all?” “My dear Mrs. Revel, I had no idea Mr. Cade was a friend of yours,” said Lord Caterham. “He’s a very old friend,” said Virginia, smiling at Anthony with a mischievous glint in her eye. “I ran across him in London unexpectedly yesterday, and told him I was coming down here.” Anthony was quick to give her her pointer. “I explained to Mrs. Revel,” he said, “that I had been forced to refuse your kind invitation—since it had really been extended to quite a different man. And I couldn’t very well foist a perfect stranger on you under false pretences.”