Mr. Gillingham Chooses A New Profession
As Cayley went over to the bell, Antony got up and moved to the door.

"Well, you won't want me, I suppose, inspector," he said.

"No, thank you, Mr. Gillingham. You'll be about, of course?"

"Oh, yes."

The inspector hesitated.

"I think, Mr. Cayley, it would be better if I saw the servants alone. You know what they are; the more people about, the more they get alarmed. I expect I can get at the truth better by myself."

"Oh, quite so. In fact, I was going to ask you to excuse me. I feel rather responsible towards these guests of ours. Although Mr. Gillingham very kindly--" He smiled at Antony, who was waiting at the door, and left his sentence unfinished.

"Ah, that reminds me," said the inspector. "Didn't you say that one of your guests--Mr. Beverley was it?--a friend of Mr. Gillingham's, was staying on?"

"Yes; would you like to see him?"

"Afterwards, if I may."

"I'll warn him. I shall be up in my room, if you want me. I have a room upstairs where I work--any of the servants will show you. Ah, Stevens, Inspector Birch would like to ask you a few questions."