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God! And an inquest?’
    â€˜I’m afraid so.’
    â€˜Horrible!’ said Guy violently. ‘What do they think was the matter? Why the devil do these quacks have to be so mysterious? What killed him?’
    â€˜They think an electric shock.’
    â€˜How did it happen?’
    â€˜We don’t know. It looks as if he got it from the wireless.’
    â€˜Surely that’s impossible. I thought they were foolproof.’
    â€˜I believe they are, if left to themselves.’
    For a second undoubtedly Guy was startled. Then a look of relief came into his eyes. He seemed to relax all over.
    â€˜Of course,’ he said, ‘he was always monkeying about with it. What had he done?’
    â€˜Nothing.’
    â€˜But you said – if it killed him he must have done something to it.’
    â€˜If anyone interfered with the set it was put right afterwards.’
    Guy’s lips parted but he did not speak. He had gone very white.
    â€˜So you see,’ said Alleyn, ‘that your father could not have done anything.’
    â€˜Then it was not the radio that killed him.’
    â€˜That we hope will be determined by the postmortem.’
    â€˜I don’t know anything about wireless,’ said Guy suddenly. ‘I don’t understand. This doesn’t seem to make sense. Nobody ever touched the thing except my father. He was most particular about it. Nobody went near the wireless.’
    â€˜I see. He was an enthusiast?’
    â€˜Yes, it was his only enthusiasm except – except his business.’
    â€˜One of my men is a bit of an expert,’ Alleyn said. ‘He says this is a remarkably good set. You are not an expert, you say. Is there anyone in the house who is?’
    â€˜My young brother was interested at one time. He’s given it up. My father wouldn’t allow another radio in the house.’
    â€˜Perhaps he may be able to suggest something.’
    â€˜But if the thing’s all right now—’
    â€˜We’ve got to explore every possibility.’
    â€˜You speak as if – as – if—’
    â€˜I speak as I am bound to speak before there has been an inquest,’ said Alleyn. ‘Had anyone a grudge against your father, Mr Tonks?’
    Up went Guy’s chin again. He looked Alleyn squarely in the eyes.
    â€˜Almost everyone who knew him,’ said Guy.
    â€˜Is that an exaggeration?’
    â€˜No. You think he was murdered, don’t you?’
    Alleyn suddenly pointed to the desk beside him.
    â€˜Have you ever seen those before?’ he asked abruptly. Guy stared at two black knobs that lay side by side on an ashtray.
    â€˜Those?’ he said. ‘No, What are they?’
    â€˜I believe they are the agents of your father’s death.’
    The study door opened and Arthur Tonks came in.
    â€˜Guy,’ he said, ‘what’s happening? We can’t stay cooped up together all day. I can’t stand it. For God’s sake, what happened to him?’
    â€˜They think those things killed him,’ said Guy.
    â€˜Those?’ For a split second Arthur’s glance slewed to the curtain rods. Then, with a characteristic flicker of his eyelids, he looked away again.
    â€˜What do you mean?’ he asked Alleyn.
    â€˜Will you try one of those knobs on the shaft of the volume control?’
    â€˜But,’ said Arthur, ‘they’re metal.’
    â€˜It’s disconnected,’ said Alleyn.
    Arthur picked one of the knobs from the tray, turned to the radio, and fitted the knob over one of the exposed shafts.
    â€˜It’s too loose,’ he said quickly, ‘it would fall off.’
    â€˜Not if it was packed – with blotting paper, for instance.’
    â€˜Where did you find these things?’ demanded Arthur.
    â€˜I think you recognized them, didn’t you? I saw you glance at the curtain rod.’
    â€˜Of course I recognized them. I did a portrait of