"You forget your promise to me," he said.
"But is it possible, in the face of what you've told me, that you can hold me to it?"
"Quite possible. In fact I mean to do so, and as soon as your righteous indignation cools down a bit you'll realise that we've nothing whatsoever to go on. What I've said could only be substantiated by evidence requiring some time to obtain. If you accused her now, she'd merely deny my statement, and her word's as good as mine, and probably better, in his Lordship's estimation."
"But is there no proof near at hand?"
"Yes. She was married several years ago at a little church close by the ruined abbey where I first met your party, and the fact is recorded in the register."
"Then surely—"
"There's no crime in being married once," he objected.
"But what can we do?" she asked.
"Keep quiet for a little while longer. Miss Arminster's certain to make some slip, and then—"
"It seems very difficult to wait."