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earthly motive could there be? Oh, I know your idea, Inspector Marriot. You think Hale was my wife’s lover, but even if that were so–which I don’t admit for a moment–what motive was there for killing her?’
    Inspector Marriot coughed.
    ‘It’s not a very pleasant thing to say, sir. But Captain Hale has been paying a lot of attention to a certain young American lady of late–a young lady with a considerable amount of money. If Lady Merivale liked to turn nasty, she could probably stop his marriage.’
    ‘This is outrageous, Inspector.’
    Sir Arthur sprang angrily to his feet. The other calmed him with a soothing gesture.
    ‘I beg your pardon, I’m sure, Sir Arthur. You say that you and Captain Hale both decided to attend this show. Your wife was away on a visit at the time, and you had no idea that she was to be there?’
    ‘Not the least idea.’
    ‘Just show him that advertisement you told me about, Mrs Beresford.’
    Tuppence complied.
    ‘That seems to me clear enough. It was inserted by Captain Hale to catch your wife’s eye. They had already arranged to meet there. But you only made up your mind to go the day before, hence it was necessary to warn her. That is the explanation of the phrase, “Necessary to finesse the King.” You ordered your costume from a theatrical firm at the last minute, but Captain Hale’s was a home-made affair. He went as the Gentleman dressed in Newspaper. Do you know, Sir Arthur, what we found clasped in the dead lady’s hand? A fragment torn from a newspaper. My men have orders to take Captain Hale’s costume away with them from your house. I shall find it at the Yard when I get back. If there’s a tear in it corresponding to the missing piece–well, it’ll be the end of the case.’
    ‘You won’t find it,’ said Sir Arthur. ‘I know Bingo Hale.’
    Apologising to Tuppence for disturbing her, they took their leave.
    Late that evening there was a ring at the bell, and somewhat to the astonishment of the young pair Inspector Marriot once more walked in.
    ‘I thought Blunt’s Brilliant Detectives would like to hear the latest developments,’ he said, with a hint of a smile.
    ‘They would,’ said Tommy. ‘Have a drink?’
    He placed materials hospitably at Inspector Marriot’s elbow.
    ‘It’s a clear case,’ said the latter, after a minute or two. ‘Dagger was the lady’s own–the idea was to have made it look like suicide evidently, but thanks to you two being on the spot, that didn’t come off. We’ve found plenty of letters–they’d been carrying on together for some time, that’s clear–without Sir Arthur tumbling to it. Then we found the last link –’
    ‘The last what?’ said Tuppence sharply.
    ‘The last link in the chain–that fragment of the Daily Leader . It was torn from the dress he wore–fits exactly. Oh, yes, it’s a perfectly clear case. By the way, I brought round a photograph of those two exhibits–I thought they might interest you. It’s very seldom that you get such a perfectly clear case.’
    ‘Tommy,’ said Tuppence, when her husband returned from showing the Scotland Yard man out, ‘why do you think Inspector Marriot keeps repeating that it’s a perfectly clear case?’
    ‘I don’t know. Smug satisfaction, I suppose.’
    ‘Not a bit of it. He’s trying to get us irritated. You know, Tommy, butchers, for instance, know something about meat, don’t they?’
    ‘I should say so, but what on earth –’
    ‘And in the same way, greengrocers know all about vegetables, and fishermen about fish. Detectives, professional detectives, must know all about criminals. They know the real thing when they see it–and they know when it isn’t the real thing. Marriot’s expert knowledge tells him that Captain Hale isn’t a criminal–but all the facts are dead against him. As a last resource Marriot is egging us on, hoping against hope that some little detail or other will come back to us–something that happened last