Chapter 8: VIII

VIII We were rather silent on our way down to the police station. Haydock drew behind a little and murmured to me: “You know I don’t like the look of this. I don’t like it. There’s something here we don’t understand.” He looked thoroughly worried and upset. Inspector Slack was at the police station and presently we found ourselves face to face with Lawrence Redding. He looked pale and strained but quite composed—marvellously so, I thought, considering the circumstances. Melchett …