find it for her," said Mr. Flexen with conviction.
"But there's the quarrel. She can't get over that quarrel," said Mr. Carrington stubbornly.
"She'll deny the quarrel. It's only Mrs. Carruthers' word against hers. Besides, Mrs. Carruthers heard what she did hear through a closed door. It will be so easy to make out that she made a mistake."
"You seem to take it for granted that Mrs. Manley will commit perjury at that young scoundrel's bidding," snapped Mr. Carrington.
"I take it for granted that she'll be a woman fighting to save her husband. And I'm also sure that there'll be precious few mistakes in tactics made in the fight. I think that all you'll get out of the trial will be a strong presumption that Lord Loudwater committed suicide. I'd bet that that is the line Manley will take. And she'll make a thundering good witness for him. She's a good-looking woman, with plenty of intelligence."
Mr. Carrington gazed at him with unhappy eyes. His square, massive face had lost utterly its expression of triumph.
"But hang it all!" he cried. "What are we going to do? Knowing what we know, we can't sit still and do nothing."
"I can't see anything we can do," said Mr. Flexen frankly, and he rose. "You have demonstrated that Manley's position is impregnable."
