Chapter 9

Happening to glance at the inspector, I observed on his countenance a faint grin, which he politely strove to suppress when he caught my eye. “I was thinking, sir,” he said apologetically, “that it’s a bit off the track to be finding out what he had for dinner. He didn’t die of unwholesome feeding.” Thorndyke looked up with a smile. “It doesn’t do, inspector, to assume that anything is off the track in an inquiry of this kind. Every fact must have some significance, you know.” “I don’t see any significance in the d…