夜雨聆风There are back stairs. After all, if a man leaves the room, you don’t fol-low him to see if he really is going where you think he is going. It wouldn’tbe delicate! Anyway, don’t argue, Murgatroyd. I want to get back to theoriginal attempt on Letty Blacklock. Now, to begin with, get the factsfirmly into your head, because it’s all going to depend upon you.”
Miss Murgatroyd looked alarmed.
“Oh, dear, Hinch, you know what a muddle I get into!”
“It’s not a question of your brains, or the grey fluff that passes for brainswith you. It’s a question of eyes. It’s a question of what you saw.”
“But I didn’t see anything.”
“The trouble with you is, Murgatroyd, as I said just now, that you won’ttry. Now pay attention. This is what happened. Whoever it is that’s got itin for Letty Blacklock was there in that room that evening. He (I say he be-cause it’s easier, but there’s no reason why it should be a man more than awoman except, of course, that men are dirty dogs), well, he has previouslyoiled that second door that leads out of the drawing room and which issupposed to be nailed up or something. Don’t ask me when he did it, be-cause that confuses things. Actually, by choosing my time, I could walkinto any house in Chipping Cleghorn and do anything I liked there for halfan hour or so with no one being the wiser. It’s just a question of workingout where the daily women are and when the occupiers are out and ex-actly where they’ve gone and how long they’ll be. Just good staff work.
