must have all the threads in your hands by now. I never even dreamt of the Daily Wire's mysterious woman."
"Not quite all—yet. But they're coming all right," said Mr. Flexen, with a confidence he was far from feeling.
James Hutchings, coming into the room to fetch cigarettes for Olivia, interrupted them.
"I'm glad to see you back again, Hutchings," said Mr. Manley in a tone of hearty congratulation. "Your going away for a trifle after all the years you've been here was a silly business."
"Thank you, sir," said Hutchings gratefully.
When Hutchings had gone, Mr. Flexen said: "It's all very well your talking, but it was you who suggested that Lady Loudwater was a woman of strong primitive emotions with a strain of Italian blood in her."
"I never suggested for a moment that she was a woman of primitive emotions," Mr. Manley protested with some vehemence.
"But the emotions of all women are primitive," said Mr. Flexen.
"Not the emotion excited in them by beauty," said Mr. Manley with chivalrous warmth. "And, hang it all! Does she look like a woman to commit murder?"
"Not on her own account, certainly," said Mr. Flexen.
