“I did.”

The inspector looked surprised and a little impressed. “And where was he found?”

“We have a little glen leading down from the lake,” Edwina said. “He was lying beside the path.”

“Who found him initially?”

“Chief Inspector, may I suggest that we all take a seat, if this is to be a long conversation?” Edwina said. “I find conversing while still standing most uncivilized.” She motioned the inspector to an armchair and took the other armchair herself, leaving the upright chairs to the sergeant and me.

“Right, let’s begin again, shall we?” he said. “Who found him?”

“I did,” I said. “He had arranged to meet with an architect this morning to look at the designs for an amphitheater he was planning to build on the property. It seems that he left the house quite early this morning to have another look at the site. When the architect arrived, I volunteered to escort him to meet the duke. We came upon his body in the glen, and rushed straight back to the house to call the police.”

“And where is the body now?”

“Still lying exactly as it was,” I said. “We knew you’d want to take a look at the crime scene. Her Grace had it covered with a tarpaulin so that the rain didn’t wash away all the clues.”

The inspector nodded. “That was thoughtful of you. So the body is still lying where it was found, under a tarpaulin, in what you describe as a glen, which I thought only existed up in my part of the world.” He had attempted to make a joke, I suspect, but Edwina was not amused.

“My husband’s grandfather enjoyed his fishing expeditions to Scotland so much that he re-created a glen on the property,” she said stiffly.

The big man grinned. “What you aristocrats will do to amuse yourselves!”

“I don’t think it is any concern of yours how we choose to landscape our property,” Edwina said even more stiffly. It was clear she had taken an instant dislike to him.

“So back to you, miss.” He turned back to face me.

“Chief Inspector, may I point out that Lady Georgiana is also the daughter of a duke, granddaughter of a royal princess, and thus is not a ‘miss,’” Edwina said. “One addresses the daughter of a duke as ‘my lady,’ and one addresses the wife or widow of a duke as ‘Your Grace.’”

“I think you’ll find, my lady,” he said, with great emphasis on the last two words, “that in a police investigation, I’m the person in charge. At this moment, everybody in this house is a suspect in a murder inquiry so it’s your job to make sure my inquiries go as smoothly as possible, without interruptions. Now, can we get on without interruption?”