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‘Yes, sir, he put through the sale—though he made it clear that he was buying Soldier Island for a third party, unnamed.’

‘Surely there’s something to be found out on the financial angle, there?’

Inspector Maine smiled.

‘Not if you knew Morris! He can wangle figures until the best chartered accountant in the country wouldn’t know if he was on his head or his heels! We’ve had a taste of that in the Bennito business. No, he covered his employer’s tracks all right.’

The other man sighed. Inspector Maine went on:

‘It was Morris who made all the arrangements down at Sticklehaven. Represented himself as acting for “Mr Owen”. And it was he who explained to the people down there that there was some experiment on—some bet about living on a “desert island” for a week—and that no notice was to be taken of any appeal for help from out there.’

Sir Thomas Legge stirred uneasily. He said:

‘And you’re telling me that those people didn’t smell a rat? Not even then?’

Maine shrugged his shoulders. He said:

‘You’re forgetting, sir, that Soldier Island previously belonged to young Elmer Robson, the American. He had the most extraordinary parties down there. I’ve no doubt the local people’s eyes fairly popped out over them. But they got used to it and they’d begun to feel that anything to do with Soldier Island would necessarily be incredible. It’s natural, that, sir, when you come to think of it.’

The Assistant Commissioner admitted gloomily that he supposed it was.

Maine said:

‘Fred Narracott—that’s the man who took the party out there—did say one thing that was illuminating. He said he was surprised to see what sort of people these were. “Not at all like Mr Robson’s parties.” I think it was the fact that they were all so normal and so quiet that made him override Morris’ orders and take out a boat to the island after he’d heard about the SOS signals.’

‘When did he and the other men go?’

‘The signals were seen by a party of boy scouts on the morning of the 11th. There was no possibility of getting out there that day. The men got there on the afternoon of the 12th at the first moment possible to run a boat ashore there. They’re all quite positive that nobody could have left the island before they got there. There was a big sea on after the storm.’

‘Couldn’t someone have swum ashore?’

‘It’s over a mile to the coast and there were heavy seas and big breakers inshore. And there were a lot of people, boy scouts and others on the cliffs looking out towards the island and watching.’

The AC sighed. He said:

‘What about that gramophone record you found in the house? Couldn’t you get hold of anything there that might help?’

Inspector Maine said:

‘I’ve been into that. It was supplied by a firm that do a lot of theatrical stuff and film effects. It was sent to U. N. Owen Esq., c/o Isaac Morris, and was understood to be required for the amateur performance of a hitherto unacted play. The typescript of it was returned with the record.’

Legge said:

‘And what about the subject matter, eh?’

Inspector Maine said gravely: