Better have left it to the professionals.

Mr. Ekaterin's already ap¬proached me with his ideas and I simply haven't time . . .
Oliver interrupted. We have a great deal more now. Please do listen. We quite understand that you are busy with all those other poor girls, but at the very least we can take Ginnie off that list for you.
Wyfold finally consented to sit down and accept some coffee and listen to what we had to say: and as we told him in turns and in detail what had been happening his air of impatience dissi¬pated and his natural sharpness took over.
We gave him copies of Pen's analyses, the names of Bret's recent employers and the last ten photographs of Ricky. He glanced at them briefly and said, We interviewed this groom, but . . .
No, you didn't, Oliver said. The photo is of a boy who looks like him if you don't know either of them well.
Wyfold pursed his lips, but nodded. Fair enough.
We do think he may have killed Ginnie, even if you couldn't prove it, Oliver said.
Wyfold began putting together the papers we'd given him. We will certainly redirect our inquiries, he said, and giving me a dour look added, if you had left it to the police to search Calder's surgery, sir, Calder Jackson would not have had the opportunity of disposing of lan Pargetter's case and any other material evidence. These things are always mishandled by ama¬teurs. He looked pointedly at my plaster jacket.