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"It will be necessary," said the Chief Inspector, a faintly defeatist note in his voice, "to check up on Miss Perigal's evidence in the morning. But I am not anticipating that there will be anything wrong about it."

"Funny thing all the same," murmured Bluett.

"Speaking personally," said Dr. Fawcett, "the more I learn about this very singular family, the more I incline to the idea of some hereditary taint. Lord Marcus I regard as definitely suspect."

"So do I," said Bluett.

"I don't mean of the crime," the surgeon added severely, "but of mental alienation. His custom, which I suppose you have accepted, Inspector, of leaving the key out in the street, for example, quite apart from his somewhat unusual studies, would seem to indicate a lack of what is usually described as common sense. Then, Miss Perigal's failure to make sure of her accommodation to-night, in these days of black-out and overcrowded hotels, is rather irresponsible, if I may say so." He shook his head reflectively, glancing again at the dead man. "The whole thing is bizarre to a degree."