"What her aunt wished in that way, the girl's mother probably wished, too!" suggested the inspector with a sly laugh. "This young Mortover's a highly eligible party, of course. I should say the two women had been putting their heads together during Mrs. Clagne's visit. Anyway, I think you'd better have a look at that Patello family."
"I'll have a look at them!" said Wedgwood. He sat alertly considering things for awhile. "I wish," he suddenly exlaimed, "I wish I could get more evidence about Thomas Wraypoole's doings on the evening of John's murder! I've always felt that he wasn't telling the truth. I believe he did see his brother—did meet him!"
"Why?" asked the inspector.
"Can't say! Intuition, if you like—or, if you like, mere fancy. But I do believe it—I believe they met. I believe Thomas Wraypoole knows a lot more than he's let out! I've never got over the fact that he went straight to John's lodgings in Porteous Road first thing next morning, and there burned a quantity of John's papers. Now, supposing those papers related to this Avice Mortover?"
"Ah!" exclaimed the inspector. "That would certainly look fishy!"
