'Yes, indeed. You know you have to be,' Edith said.
'Of course—I know. Try not to make me late again tomorrow.'
CHAPTER XXXIX
The Solution
As Sir Charles was walking back from the Reeves' house, he met Anne Yeo in Piccadilly. She had just taken the telegram from Eugenia. He greeted her warmly and asked her to walk a little way with him, to which she agreed, silently giving him credit for so heroically concealing his consciousness of her odd appearance. She herself was well aware that in her mackintosh, driving-gloves, and eternal golf-cap she presented a sufficiently singular effect, and that there were not many people in London at three o'clock on a sunny afternoon who would care to be found dead with her.
'I've just seen Hyacinth,' he said.
'Then you know about the trouble?'
'What trouble?'
'As if she could help telling you! However, it's going to be all right.'
'Do you think so?'