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would like to let bygones be bygones. He

suggested that I should come home and enter

the firm. He was rather vague in his terms

and I wasn’t really sure that I wanted to do

what he asked. Anyway, the upshot was that I

came over to England last—yes, last August,

just about three months ago. I went down to

see him at Yewtree Lodge and he made me, I

must say, a very advantageous offer. I told

him that I’d have to think about it and I’d

have to consult my wife. He quite understood

that. I flew back to East Africa, talked it over

with Pat. The upshot was that I decided to

accept the old boy’s offer. I had to wind up

my affairs there, but I agreed to do so before

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the end of last month. I told him I would wire

to him the date of my actual arrival in

England.”

Inspector Neele coughed.

“Your arrival back seems to have caused

your brother some surprise.”

Lance gave a sudden grin. His rather

attractive face lit up with the spirit of pure

mischief.

“Don’t believe old Percy knew a thing

about it,” he said. “He was away on his

holiday in Norway at the time. If you ask me,

the old man picked that particular time on

purpose. He was going behind Percy’s back.

In fact I’ve a very shrewd suspicion that my

father’s offer to me was actuated by the fact

that he had a blazing row with poor old

Percy—or Val as he prefers to be called. Val, I

think, had been more or less trying to run the

old man. Well, the old man would never

stand for anything of that kind. What the

exact row was about I don’t know, but he was

furious. And I think he thought it a jolly good

idea to get me there and thereby spike poor

old Val’s guns. For one thing he never liked

Percy’s wife much and he was rather pleased,

in a snobbish kind of way, with my marriage.

It would be just his idea of a good joke to get

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me home and suddenly confront Percy with

the accomplished fact.”

“How long were you at Yewtree Lodge on

this occasion?”

“Oh, not more than an hour or two. He

didn’t ask me to stay the night. The whole

idea, I’m sure, was a kind of secret offensive

behind Percy’s back. I don’t think he even

wanted the servants to report upon it. As I

say, things were left that I’d think it over, talk

about it to Pat and then write him my

decision, which I did. I wrote giving him the

approximate date of my arrival, and I finally

sent him a telegram yesterday from Paris.”

Inspector Neele nodded.

“A telegram which surprised your brother

very much.”

“I bet it did. However, as usual, Percy

wins. I’ve arrived too late.”

“Yes,” said Inspector Neele thoughtfully,

“you’ve arrived too late.” He went on

briskly, “On the occasion of your visit last

August, did you meet any other members of

the family?”

“My stepmother was there at tea.”

“You had not met her previously?”

“No.” He grinned suddenly. “The old boy

certainly knew how to pick them. She must

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be thirty years younger than him at least.”

“You will excuse my asking, but did you

resent your father’s remarriage, or did your

brother do so?”

Lance looked surprised.

“I certainly didn’t, and I shouldn’t think

Percy did either. After all, our own mother

died when we were about—oh, ten, twelve

years old. What I’m really surprised at is that

the old man didn’t marry again before.”

Inspector Neele murmured:

“It may be considered taking rather a risk

to marry a woman very much younger than

yourself.”

“Did my dear brother say that to you? It

sounds rather like him. Percy is a great

master of the art of insinuation. Is that the set

up. Inspector? Is my stepmother suspected of

poisoning my father?”

Inspector Neele’s face became blank.

“It’s early days to have any definite ideas

about anything, Mr. Fortescue,” he said

pleasantly. “Now, may I ask you what your

plans are?”

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