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Chapters (19)
  1. CHAPTER ONESiege of Troy
  2. CHAPTER TWODeparture
  3. CHAPTER THREEAncreton
  4. CHAPTER FOURSir Henry
  5. CHAPTER FIVEThe Bloody Child
  6. CHAPTER SIXPaint
  7. CHAPTER SEVENFiesta
  8. CHAPTER EIGHTBig Exit
  9. CHAPTER NINEAlleyn
  10. CHAPTER TENBombshell from Thomas
  11. CHAPTER ELEVENAlleyn at Ancreton
  12. CHAPTER TWELVEThe Bell and the Book
  13. CHAPTER THIRTEENSpotlight on Cedric
  14. CHAPTER FOURTEENPsychiatry and a Churchyard
  15. CHAPTER FIFTEENNew System
  16. CHAPTER SIXTEENPositively the Last Appearance of Sir Henry Ancred
  17. CHAPTER SEVENTEENEscape of Miss O.
  18. CHAPTER EIGHTEENThe Last Appearance of Miss O.
  19. CHAPTER NINETEENFinal Curtain

‘Quite nicely, sir. No trouble really about getting the prints. Well, when I say no trouble, there was quite a bit of high-striking in some quarters as was to be expected in that family. Miss O. made trouble, and, for a while, stuck out she wouldn’t have it, but I talked her round. Nobody else actually objected, though you’d have thought Mrs Kentish and Miss Desdemona Ancred were being asked to walk into the condemned cell, the way they carried on. Bailey got down by the early train in the morning and worked through the prints you asked for. We found a good enough impression in paint on the wall of Mrs Alleyn’s tower. Miss O. all right. And her prints are in the book. Lots of others too, of course. Prints all over the cover, from when they looked at it after it turned up in the cheese-dish, no doubt. I’ve checked up on the letters, but there’s nothing in it. They handed them round and there you are. Same thing in the flower-room. Regular mess of prints and some odds and ends where they’d missed sweeping. Coloured tape off florist’s boxes, leaves and stalks, scraps of sealing-wax, fancy paper and so on. I’ve kept all of it in case there was anything. I took a chance to slip into Miss O.’s room. Nothing beyond some skittish literature and a few letters from men written before Sir Henry’s day. One, more recent, from a young lady. I memorized it. “Dear S. Good for you, kid, stick to it, and don’t forget your old pals when you’re Lady A. Think the boy friend’d do anything for me in the business? God knows, I’m not so hot on this Shakespeare, but he must know other managements. Does he wear bed-socks? Regards Clarrie.” ’

‘No mention of the egregious Cedric?’

‘Not a word. We looked at Miss Able’s cupboard—Only her own prints. I called in at Mr Juniper’s. He says the last lot of that paper was taken up with some stuff for the rest of the house a fortnight ago. Two sets of prints on the bell-push from Sir Henry’s room—his own and old Barker’s. Looks as if Sir Henry had grabbed at it, tried to use it and dragged it off.’

‘As we thought.’