officer for the district, Bobby took another bus to Fleet Street, to the office of the Daily Announcer, his next destination. That incriminating letter was almost enough in itself, he thought, to bind the rope about Sir Albert Cambers’s throat. An ugly meaning it had seemed to bear, and one only too easy for a jury to understand, and yet how completely this new re-marriage motive, as it might be called, seemed to clash with the rabbit-trap theory they had previously been working on, and how entirely left to one side were such odd incidents as Amy Emmers’s prompt washing-up of the plate and glass found in Lady Cambers’s den, or the discovery of Eddy Dene’s pen on the scene of the murder. To Bobby, as he sat and brooded, the general pattern of the case seemed more puzzling and confused than ever till there broke upon his troubled thoughts the voice of the conductor. ‘Penny more if you’re going on,’ said the conductor, and Bobby apologized and hurriedly scrambled down as the bus began to climb the slope towards St.
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