you have an intimate acquaintance with what wives are likely to feel and do?”
“Something of the sort.”
“And what about me? What is my special knowledge? Do husbands pick up girls etc. ?”
“No,” said Tuppence gravely. “You know the course—you’ve been on it—not as a detective, searching for clues, but as a golfer. You know about golf, and what’s likely to put a man off his game.”
“It must have been something pretty serious to put Sessle off his game. His handicap’s two, and from the seventh tee on he played like a child, so they say.”
“Who say?”
“Barnard and Lecky. They were playing just behind him, you remember.”
“That was after he met the woman—the tall woman in brown. They saw him speaking to her, didn’t they?”
“Yes—at least—”
Tommy broke off. Tuppence looked up at him, and was puzzled. He was staring at the piece of string in his fingers, but staring with the eyes of one who sees something very different.
“Tommy—what is it?”
“Be quiet, Tuppence. I’m playing the sixth hole at Sunningdale. Sessle and old Hollaby are holing out on the sixth green ahead of me. It’s getting dusk, but I can see that bright blue coat of Sessle’s clearly enough.