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Bredon did not expand until he and Leyland were alone together. "I'm going to leave it to you," he said, "how much you take Mr. Quirk into your confidence. Meanwhile, I must tell you that I've got Nigel Burtell's fingerprints; and I'm confoundedly glad that I did. When I called on him to show him those photographs, I took good care that he should finger the envelope in which the photographs were, and that he should return it to me. As soon as I'd left him I took a photo of the prints, and here it is. Unless my memory is at fault, I think it's the duplicate of the marks on those decanters."
His forecast was fully justified. "Well," said Leyland, "we've got the facts clear, anyhow. Until Sunday night, according to what you tell me, the Burtell cousins travelled together. On Sunday night Nigel Burtell was the only one who slept at Millington Bridge; and he took particularly good care to let it be supposed that Derek was there too. He must have been at pains, for example, to tumble the bedclothes in Number Three."