Chapter XIV

GRAND SLAM IN SPADES On the seventh morning after the exhumation—which happened to be a Tuesday—Lord Peter walked briskly into Mr Murbles’s chambers in Staple Inn, with Detective-Inspector Parker at his heels. ‘Good morning,’ said Mr Murbles, surprised. ‘Good morning,’ said Wimsey. ‘Hark! hark! the lark at heaven’s gate sings. He is coming, my own, my sweet, were it ever so airy a tread. He will be here in a quarter of an hour.’ ‘Who will?’ demanded Mr Murbles, somewhat severely. ‘Robert Fentiman.’ Mr Murbles gave …