CHAPTER IX

DICK WENT into the house and found Derrick walking up and down the shrouded drawing room where the tragedy had been discovered. He was in golfing kit, and apparently when Dick had called him he was on his way to the links. “No, I didn’t tell Weald anything, but he’s coming up to-day. What is your theory, Staines?” Dick shook his head. “I have three,” he said, “all so ludicrously improbable that I can’t risk my reputation for intelligence by telling you one. Nothing has been touched, so far as I can see, but it is e…