CHAPTER 14
THE CAT IN THE BAG‘It’s absurd having a place of this size without a phone,’ said the Inspector, walking up the drive after some cursory telephoning from a neighbouring house. ‘Of course that mark and footprint is a joke in very bad taste on somebody’s part, or at least I hope so. These things usually take the form of anonymous letters. I don’t like it when people start fooling round the premises. I shall have the print photographed and measured and I shall have a man out to search for others. That’s routine, Mr Featherstone, and probably a waste of valuable time.’
‘Suppose it wasn’t a joke?’ said Mr Campion slowly, his long thin figure bent slightly forward. ‘Suppose it wasn’t an evidence of bad taste? Have you ever seen a mark like that before, Stanislaus? Did it mean anythi
