“Yes. I’ve never met any one else who was before.”
“Neither have I!”
They gazed at each other in ecstasy.
“What’s your real opinion of the Thompson case?” Guy managed to whisper.
“I heard an awfully interesting theory about the Mahon case,” whispered Doyle at the same moment.
Cynthia coughed gently, “Have I caught your eye, Dawks? This, I think, is where we three gracefully retire.”
They did so.
“Do you think Seddon ought to have been convicted?” murmured Doyle, closing the door as absently as he had opened it.
“Have you read the MacLachlan trial?” murmured Guy absently, producing cigars. “The character of old Fleming is most absorbing. Of course he did it.”
They opened the flood-gates of their hobby and the long pent tide poured forth.