“The motive,” Mr Grimper began, “is clear. Greed. Lady Wainscotting’s wealth was there for the taking.
“So, who knew it was there? Everyone. But the answer to ‘who knew there’d be such a significant amount in that safe?’ points only to each of us in this room. Yes, myself included, since I helped the deceased draw up her will.
“And now to the most vital question. The opportunity.”
Gibberish, still befuddled, finished filling His Lordships whisky. Grimper reached out a hand as he passed and downed it in one. Gibberish, disconsolate, dismayed, diswhiskied, simply started pouring his Master another glass.