“Come to the point,” ordered Inspector Conree. “I shall. The bloodstain—look at it. Does anything strike you?” “Well, you may accuse me of fearing the worst, if you wish,” said O’Dwyer, “but I can see it never coming out of that carpet. Lady Playford will need a new one.” “Quiet, O’Dwyer,” Conree growled at him. “Oh, yes,” the sergeant agreed, as if keeping quiet were next on his list of activities, and always had been.
