"My party's my party," he remarked, "just so long as it carries out my principles. I don't say either party does it perfectly."
"I dare say not; but of course you're right to act with the one that does most for you."
Again the Chief Justice had hit on a somewhat ambiguous expression. Coxon detected a grin on the face of Captain Heseltine, who was sitting near, but he could not hold Sir John's grave face guilty of the Captain's grin.
"I see," remarked the Captain, perhaps in order to cover the retreat of his grin, "that they've discharged the woman who was arrested last night for the murder."
"Really no evidence against her," said the Chief Justice. "But, Heseltine, wasn't this man Benham the fellow Medland had a sort of shindy with at that flower-show?"
"Yes, he was. Kilshaw seemed to know all about him."
"He was talking to Miss Medland."
"And the Premier had her away from him in no time. Queer start, Sir John?"
"Oh, well, he seems to have been a loose fellow, and I suppose was murdered for the money he had on him. But I mustn't talk about it. I may have to try it."