He found Giles pacing the floor like a caged beast.
“While I’ve been away,” he said quickly, “I’ve had an idea.”
“Go on,” said Giles, moistening his lips. “Go on.”
“Would you like to ring your wife up?”
Captain Festival reflected.
Then—
“She won’t be there,” he said. “She’s with Pat, for a monkey.”
The lawyer shrugged his shoulders.
“You can try,” he said. “Don’t, if you don’t want to, but I don’t think a telephone call is molestation, and, at least, you’ld be in touch.”
“All right,” said Giles. “I don’t know what to say, but——”