“It can be done,” he said at last. “I admit I do not wish it. It forces my hand. I would have preferred to work in the dark just for the present, but what you say is very just⁠—the word of a Belgian policeman, whose day is past, is not enough! And Alfred Inglethorp must not be arrested. That I have sworn, as my friend Hastings here knows. See, then, my good Japp, you go at once to Styles?”

“Well, in about half an hour. We’re seeing the Coroner and the doctor first.”

“Good. Call for me in passing⁠—the last house in the village. I will go with you. At Styles, Mr. Inglethorp will give you, or if he refuses⁠—as is probable⁠—I will give you such proofs that shall satisfy you that the case against him could not possibly be sustained. Is that a bargain?”