By a good chance he found Joan with Millie Splay and Sir Chichester alone.
Sir Chichester welcomed him with cordiality.
"My dear fellow, I am delighted to see you.

You will stay the night, of course." "No," Harry answered.

"I must get back to London this evening." He took a cup of tea, and Sir Chichester, obtuse to the warning glances of his wife, plunged into an account of the events which had followed his departure.
"I drew out a statement.

Nothing could have been more concise, the coroner said.

What's the matter, Millie?
Why don't you leave me alone?
Oh--ah--yes," and he hummed a little and spluttered a little, and then with an air of the subtlest craft he remarked, "There are those plans for the new pig-sties, Millie, which I am anxious to show you." He was manoeuvred at last from the room.