"I'm sorry about that, Sophie. Then I got to take it"
"The law, my dear man…"
"Didn't you hear what I said?" H.M.'s big voice rose sharply in the little room. "I said I knew why you stole the skeleton. That means I know why it's such vital evidence. And I can take it"
Lady Brayle, with both hands on the arms of the chair, pushed herself up.
"If you think I'm bluffing," H.M. added, "I'U give you a 'little tip. Masters here has applied to the Home Office for an exhumation-order."
"And what precisely, does that mean?"
"It means they're goin' to dig up the body of George Fleet."
"Henry, are you entirely mad? The skeleton I have here is not that of Sir George Fleet!"
"I know it Sophie," said H.M. "It's not Sir George Fleet's," he added, "except for a little bit"
"A little bit…"