‘Nicely said,’ said Mr Campion. ‘What is at the back of your mind? What are you hoping I’ll say?’
The Inspector took out a notebook. ‘My shorthand man took down the verbatim statement,’ he said, ‘but this is just my own personal stuff.’
‘Filled with comic faces, mostly, I see,’ said Mr Campion, glancing over his shoulder.
Stanislaus grunted. ‘About this cousin,’ he said. ‘Cousin George Makepeace Faraday. I heard about him from William. He was in the vicinity when the first chap died.’
Mr Campion resumed his chair and leant back. He knew from experience that it was no use trying to suppress anything of which Stanislaus had got wind.
‘I say,’ he said, ‘I have no actual proof of this, so I suppose it isn’t much good to the trained mind, but do you remember that fellow who tackled you yes
