Such a detective inspector might or might not earn all the credit, but he would certainly know how to get it and probably insist on having it.
He had not been gone a minute when Elizabeth Twitcher came into the dining-room, said that her ladyship would be pleased to see Mr.Flexen, and led him upstairs to her sitting-room.
He found Olivia paler than her wont, but quite composed.

She had lost her nervous air, for she had perceived very clearly that it would be dangerous, indeed, to display the anxiety which was harassing her.

It was only natural that she should appear upset by the shock, but not that she should appear in any way fearful.
Mr.Flexen had been told that Lady Loudwater was pretty, but he had not been prepared to find her as charming a creature as Olivia.

He made up his mind at once to do the best he could to save her from the trouble that the gossip about her and Colonel Grey would surely bring upon her--if always he were satisfied that neither of them had a hand in the crime.

Looking at Olivia, nothing seemed more unlikely than that she should be in any way connected with it.