Chapter 17: XVII

XVII Inspector Slack came round to see me the following morning. He is, I think, thawing towards me. In time, he may forget the incident of the clock. “Well, sir,” he greeted me. “I’ve traced that telephone call that you received.” “Indeed?” I said eagerly. “It’s rather odd. It was put through from the North Lodge of Old Hall. Now that lodge is empty, the lodgekeepers have been pensioned off and the next lodgekeepers aren’t in yet. The place was empty and convenient—a window at the …