“It was not long after the tea gong went,” answered Robin, “about ten minutes past five, I should say ...” “And you heard nothing?” Robin shook his head. “Absolutely nothing,” he replied. “The corridor was perfectly quiet. I stepped out into the grounds, went for a turn round the house, but it was raining, so I came in almost at once.” “At what time was that?” “When I came in ... oh, about two or three minutes later, say about a quarter past five.” Humphries turned to Horace Trevert. “What time was it when Miss Trevert heard the shot?” Horace puckered up his brow. “Well,” he said, “I don’t quite know. We were having tea. It wasn’t much after five—I should say about a quarter past.” “Then the shot that Miss Trevert heard would have been fired just about the time that you, sir,” he turned to Robin, “were coming in from your stroll.” “Somewhere about that time, I should say!” Robin answered rather thoughtfully. “Did you hear it?” queried the Inspector. “No,” said Robin. “But surely you must have been at or near the side door at the time as you were coming in ...” “I came in by the front door,” said Robin, “on the other side of the house ...” Very carefully the Inspector closed his notebook, thrust the pencil back in its place along the back, fastened the elastic about the book, and turned to Horace Trevert. “And now, sir, if I might speak to Miss Trevert alone for a minute ...” “I say, though,” expostulated Horace, “my sister’s awfully upset, you know. Is it absolutely necessary?” “Aye, sir, it is!” said the Inspector. “But there’s no need for me to see her in here. Perhaps in some other room ...” “The drawing-room is next to this,” the butler put in; “they’d be nice and quiet in there, Sir Horace.” The Inspector acquiesced. Dr. Redstone drew him aside for a whispered colloquy. The Inspector came back to Robin and Horace. “The doctor would like to have the body taken upstairs to Mr. Parrish’s room,” he said. “He wishes to make a more detailed examination if Dr. Romain would help him. If one of you gentlemen could give orders about this ... I have two officers outside who would lend a hand. And this room must then be shut and locked. Sergeant Harris!” he called. “Sir!” A stout sergeant appeared at the library door. “As soon as the body has been removed, you will lock the room and bring the key to me. And you will return here and see that no one attempts to get into the room. Understand?” “Yessir!” “Inspector!” Robin Greve called Inspector Humphries as the latter was preparing to follow Bude to the drawing-room. “Mr. Parrish seems to have written a note for Miss Trevert,” he said, pointing at the desk. “And in that envelope you will find Mr. Parrish’s will. I discovered it there on the desk just before you arrived!” Again the Inspector shot one of his swift glances at the young man. He went over to the desk, shook the document and letter from their envelope, glanced at them, and replaced them.