He looked at Hamel and was silent.
"Dear me," Mrs.Fentolin murmured, "I am sure there is no need for us to talk about this poor man as though anybody had done anything wrong in having him here.

This, I suppose, must be the Inspector Yardley whom Lord Saxthorpe spoke of." "A very intelligent-looking officer, I am sure," Mr.Fentolin remarked.
"Gerald, go and meet him, if you please.

I should like to speak to him out here." The dog-cart had drawn up at the front door, and the inspector had already alighted.

Gerald intervened as he was in the act of questioning the butler.
"Mr.Fentolin would like to speak to you, inspector," he said, "if you will come this way." The inspector followed Gerald and saluted the little group solemnly.

Mr.
Fentolin held out his hand.
"You got my telephone message, inspector ?" he asked.
"We have not received any message that I know of, sir," the inspector replied.