“That’s it. Bright, wasn’t it?”

“Brilliant. And what was the result?”

“The result was a woman.”

“A woman?” said Antony eagerly.

“A woman,” said Bill impressively. “Of course I thought it was going to be Robert⁠—so did you, didn’t you?⁠—but it wasn’t. It was a woman. Came quite late on Monday night in a car⁠—driving herself⁠—went off early next morning.”

“Did he describe her?”

“Yes. She was middlin’. Middlin’ tall, middlin’ age, middlin’ colour, and so on. Doesn’t help much, does it? But still⁠—a woman. Does that upset your theory?”

Antony shook his head.

“No, Bill, not at all,” he said.