“It’s this hand-of-fate method that’s the trouble,” she remarked. “We can’t get at anything, not even the body. I suppose those doctors were all right?”
“Oh, I think so.” He smiled at her seriousness. “They’d hardly risk their own necks. Why should they? No, I fancy they were genuinely fogged, just as I am, and I think that whoever arranged that Ramillies should die (and I’m open to bet that somebody did) knew that any ordinary doctor would be taken in. The P.M. didn’t disclose anything at all, you see, not even why the fellow died. I wish that Adamson girl had turned up.”
“You think she meant to come?”
“Well, I wondered,” he began and shot her a glance which was half amused and half genuinely grateful. “What a pleasant girl you are, Amanda. Did you deduce that from my reported telephon
