Chapter 33

“It’s very nice of you, Mrs. Petrie,” he said, “to ask me to dine with you. I have one or two little jobs to do downstairs, first—and I’m going to have another shot to get a look at Mr. Solkel. It isn’t really my case.” He smiled in the awkwardly boyish manner which made the man so lovable. “But I’ve been retained as a sort of specialist, and Yale is good enough to be glad.” “I suppose,” said Petrie, as Weymouth made for the door, “there are detectives on duty in the hotel?” “Five, with Fletcher in charge. That sho…