Mr. Widdicombe nodded. "I have, Mrs. Darling," he said.
"How recently?"
"Within the month."
"Did you observe anything singular in his manner? Did he appear—"
"His manner has always been more or less singular."
"Did he appear less rational than usual, I mean?" she persisted.
"He was quite rational. Quite so."
"Well, he isn't now," said Nina bluntly. "He's quite the reverse. It may be simply a nervous disorder—I sincerely trust so—but he appears to be mad."
Mr. Widdicombe rubbed together his lean hands.
"You sent me that message this morning," he reminded her. "His lordship was then in my office."