15 The Exuberance of Mr KettleBiddy met them at Ipswich Station in Judge Lobbett’s big Daimler.
‘I knew you wouldn’t mind my bringing this,’ she said somewhat unexpectedly to Marlowe as they came across the station yard.
‘My dear girl—’ Marlowe looked at her in amazement. ‘I want to know all about it. Where did they find him?’
Biddy stared at him. ‘I don’t understand,’ she said.
‘We’re talking about the body,’ said Campion. ‘You wired us.’
The girl’s bewilderment increased. ‘I wired you we’d found a clue,’ she said. ‘There’s no trace of Mr Lobbett himself.’
Marlowe drew the telegram from his pocket and handed it to her. She read it through and turned to them, her cheeks reddening.
‘Oh, my dear, how you must have been tortured all the way down,’ she said impetuously. ‘This is Kettle.
