"Don't you? I thought perhaps you might. But haven't you ever wondered why all those policemen poured into that cellar in the nick of time, just like the last instalment of a Pearl White serial?"
"Well, I heard what Senappe said. He got a message from you."
"How do you think he got it?"
"I don't know. I never really thought about it. But I suppose you did one of those frightfully clever things that you're famous for and got it to him somehow. Anyway your friend Peter and that Mr Uniatz were there, so I knew everything was all right, and all I can say is I thought it was pretty mean of you to keep it up your sleeve and let me go through that perfectly paralyzing emotional orgy—"
"I didn't put you through any emotional orgy," he said steadily. "You see, I never sent anybody any message."
She stared at him.
"You never—"
"Of course not. If you think a bit, you'll see that I never had the chance to."
"Then—"
"Sangore sent it."