'The moss on the ledge was damp when I arrived,' I said. 'The inference did not dawn on me at first, but when I had a highball here the other day I saw the ice and suddenly realized what it meant.'
'Wonderful!' said Whippet, without malice. 'I was after the same fellow, of course, but the alibi put me out.'
Leo stared at him as if he had only just become aware of his existence.
'Mr — er Whippet,' he said, 'very pleased to have you here, of course, my boy. But where do you fit into this extraordinary story? What are you doin' here?'
There was a pause, and they all looked at me as though I was responsible for him. I looked at Whippet.
'His little hands are sore and his snout bleedeth,' I said. 'This is Gilbert Whippet, Junior, son of Q. Gilbert Whippet, of the Mutual Ordered Life Endowment Company, sometimes called the M.O.L.E. It didn't occur to me until that day at "The Feathers", and then I could have kicked myself for missing it. You always were a lazy beast, Whippet.'
He smiled faintly. 'I — er — prefer writing to action, you know,' he said, hesitantly. 'I am sorry, Campion, to have dragged you into this, but at the beginning we had nothing to go on at all except a sort of uneasy suspicion. I couldn't very well approach you direct because — well — er — there was nothing direct about it, so I — er — wrote.'
His voice trailed away.
'Both Lugg and I appreciated your style,' I said.
He nodded gravely. 'It seemed the best way to ensure your interest,' he said calmly. 'Whenever I thought you might be flagging, I wrote again.'
'Your people got hold of Effie, and you set her on to me, I suppose?' I said coldly.
'Er — yes,' agreed Whippet, without shame.
Poppy glanced round the room. 'Where is she now?' she demanded.
Whippet beamed. It was the broadest smile I ever saw on his face.
'With — er — Bathwick,' he murmured. 'They've gone into the town, to the pictures. Very suitable, I thought. Happy endings and — er — all that.'
I gaped at him. He had my respect.
When Lugg and I went back to London the next day, Poppy, who had come to Highwaters for lunch, stood with Leo and waved good-bye to us from the lawn. The sky was dappled blue and white, the birds sang, and the air smelt of hay.
Janet, with Whippet in tow, came running up to us just before we started. Her eyes were dancing, and she looked adorable.
'Congratulate us, Albert,' she said. 'We're engaged. Isn't it wonderful?'
I gave them my blessing with a good grace. Whippet blinked at me.
'I'm indebted to you, Campion,' he said.
We drove for some time in silence. I was thoughtful and Lugg, who was as bald as an egg, seemed depressed. As we reached the main road he nudged me.
'What a performance!' he said.
'Whose?' I inquired, not above appreciating a little honour where honour was due.
He leered. 'That bloke Whippet. Come down to a place with Miss Effie Rowlandson, and go orf with Miss Janet Pursuivant.... That took a bit o' doing.'
'Lugg,' I said sadly, 'would you like to walk home?'