"You are the son of Sir Montacute Trenchard, of Ashton-Hall, near Manchester. “He’s a Fellow of the Royal Society, and he can’t be much over thirty,” said Miss Klegg. “I’ve got nothing in the world to pack with except a toy size portmanteau. “Do you understand what I am talking about? It’s no good if you don’t. “You told me that in the Zoological Gardens. Can it ever be so good again?” Ann Veronica put out a firm hand and squeezed his arm. ” “The inference is, then,” the detective said smoothly, “that this man obtained admission to your rooms by means of a false key, that he burnt some papers here and shot himself within a few moments of your return. “We’re here to take your foster daughter down to the station to ask her a few questions sir. Gerald was conscious of that sliver of irritation again at mention of the name. "To go a little further. “I hope,” Annabel answered lazily, “that you have succeeded.
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