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96 "Is that so?" Radnor Hall rubbed his back hair. "I guess I'll take you right in to Lady Lunt."

Lady Lunt stood in front of the fire with a cigarette in her mouth. She was a big woman, a little flat of figure and gaunt of face, but still handsome. She thrust a hand on Reggie, gripped his hand, and shot a "Glad to see you," at him. Reggie was sorry he could not act for Lady Lunt, but had to consider that Cranford had the first claim on him. "I don't mind," she cried. It seemed her habit to be explosive. "If you're against the police, that's good enough for us. Eh, Radnor?"

"Sure," said Radnor Hall, who was watching Reggie closely.

"I want you to hear what we've got to say about the case," the lady explained. "We think it matters."

"Quite a lot," said Radnor Hall. Lady Lunt nodded at him, and he began. "You see, Mr. Fortune, Sir Albert left everything to Lady Lunt." Reggie murmured that it was very natural. "As Lady Lunt regards the proposition, it's up to her to see that justice is done about the murder."

"Justice, see?" Lady Lunt broke in vehemently. "And not have some poor devil hanged because the police think he's an under dog and don't count."

Radnor Hall frowned at her. "Mr. Fortune will realize when we make the position clear."