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of getting in. It's curiosity, he says. Better not lock them up at all if you don't want her to handle them, he says. But best of all, take them along, and then you're sure to be on the safe side. So take 'em along we did, and as I say, it was a job, and came expensive too. But there, those things of the Capting's was like his children.”
    Evans paused out of breath.
    Inspector Narracott nodded thoughtfully. There was another point on which he wanted information, and it seemed to him that this was a good moment when the subject had arisen naturally.
    “This Mrs Willett,” he said casually. “Was she an old friend or acquaintance of the Captain's?”
    “Oh! no, sir, she was quite a stranger to him.”
    “You are sure of that?” said the Inspector, sharply.
    “Well -” the sharpness took the old sailor aback. “The Capting never actually said so - but - Oh! yes, I'm sure of it.”
    “I ask,” explained the Inspector, “because it is a very curious time of year for a let. On the other hand, if this Mrs Willett was acquainted with Captain Trevelyan and knew the house, she might have written to him and suggested taking it.”
    Evans shook his head.
    “'Twas the agents - Williamsons - that wrote, said they had an offer from a lady.”
    Inspector Narracott frowned. He found this business of the letting of Sittaford House distinctly odd.
    “Captain Trevelyan and Mrs Willett met, I suppose?” he asked.
    “Oh! yes. She came to see the house and he took her over it.”
    “And you're positive they hadn't met before?”
    “Oh! quite, sir.”
    “Did they - er -” the Inspector paused, as he tried to frame the question naturallv. “Did they get on well together? Were they friendly?”
    “The lady was.” A faint smile crossed Evans' lips. “All over him, as you might say. Admiring the house, and asking him if he'd planned the building of it. Altogether laying it on thick, as you might say.”
    “And the Captain?”
    The smile broadened.
    “That sort of gushing lady wasn't likely to cut any ice with him. Polite he was, but nothing more. And declined her invitations.”
    “Invitations?”
    “Yes, to consider the house as his own any time, and drop in, that's how she put it - drop in. You don't drop in to a place when you're living six miles away.”
    “She seemed anxious to - well - to see something of the Captain?”
    Narracott was wondering. Was that the reason for the taking of the house? Was it only a prelude to the making of Captain Trevelyan's acquaintance? Was that the real game? It would probably not have occurred to her that the Captain would have gone as far as Exhampton to live. She might have calculated on his moving into one of the small bungalows, perhaps sharing Major Burnaby's.
    Evans' answer was not very helpful.
    “She's a very hospitable lady, by all accounts. Someone in to lunch or dinner every day.”
    Narracott nodded. He could learn no more here. But he determined to seek an interview with this Mrs Willett at an early date. Her abrupt arrival needed looking into.
    “Come on, Pollock, we'll go upstairs now,” he said.
    They left Evans in the dining-room and proceeded to the upper story.
    “All right, do you think?” asked the Sergeant in a low voice, jerking his head over his shoulder in the direction of the closed dining-room door.
    “He seems so,” said the Inspector. “But one never knows. He's no fool, that fellow, whatever else he is.”
    “No, he's an intelligent sort of chap.”
    “His story seems straightforward enough,” went on the Inspector. “Perfectly clear and above board. Still, as I say, one never knows.”
    And with this pronouncement, very typical of his careful and suspicious mind, the Inspector proceeded to search the rooms on the first floor.
    There were three bedrooms and a bathroom. Two of the bedrooms were empty and had clearly not been entered for some weeks. The third, Captain Trevelyan's own room, was in exquisite and apple-pie order. Inspector Narracott