“You said she wasn’t here, of course?”
“Of course, sir.”
“And now this journalist fellow,” fumed the other.
He came suddenly to the window, throwing up the sash, and the two outside, peering through a screen of bushes, recognised Dr. Horriston.
“It’s the woman I mind most about,” continued the doctor. “What did she look like?”
“Young, good-looking, and very smartly dressed, sir.”
Tommy nudged Tuppence in the ribs.
“Exactly,” said the doctor between his teeth. “As I feared. Some friend of the Leigh Gordon woman’s. It’s getting very difficult. I shall have to take steps—”
He left the sentence unfinished. Tommy and Tuppence heard the door close. There was silence.
Gingerly, Tommy led the retreat. When they had reached a little clearing