Crooked House

"The inquest's tomorrow," Brenda said.
"What - what will happen?"
There I could reassure her. i I i
"Nothing," I said. "You needn't worry about that. It will be adjourned for the police to make enquiries. It will probably set the Press loose, though. So far, there's been no indication in the papers that it wasn't a natural death. The Leonides have got a good deal of influence. But with an adjourned inquest - well, the fun will start." (What extraordinary things one said! The fun! Why must I choose that particular word?) "Will - will they be very dreadful?"
"I shouldn't give any interviews if I were you. You know, Brenda, you ought to have a lawyer -" She recoiled with a terrific gasp of dismay. "No - no - not the way you mean. But someone to look after your interests and advise you as to procedure, and what to say and do, and what not to say and do.
"You see," I added, "you're very much alone."
Her hand pressed my arm more closely.
"Yes," she said. "You do understand that. You've helped, Charles, you have helped…"
I went down the stairs with a feeling of warmth, of satisfaction… Then I saw Sophia standing by the front door. Her voice was cold and rather dry.
"What a long time you've been," she said. "They rang up for you from London.
Your father wants you."
"At the Yard?"
"Yes."
"I wonder what they want me for. They didn't say?"
Sophia shook her head. Her eyes were anxious. I drew her to me.
"Don't worry, darling," I said, "I'll soon be back."