Detective Jones walked back to the big house, feeling yet again subtly bested by three hundred years of privilege. Behind him, the team prepared to drag the lake for Lord Wriothesley’s body, but Jones was now sure they would not find it there. There were still too many questions unanswered. Who had given Wriothesley his nightcap on the night he died if not Menzies the butler? Was Lady Alverdiscott telling the truth about returning from the party alone? What was international arms dealer St John Dalziel’s connection to the mysterious Miss Mainwaring-Death? And why had the High Holborn gang holed up at Happisburgh?
