Fairie sank into his seat with a groan.
“Pembury, Elizabeth,” said Shutter. “Young Pembury. Haven’t you seen the papers?”
“No,” said Elizabeth, “I haven’t. What do the papers say . . . about . . . Lord Pembury?”
The broad shoulders were shrugged.
“Oh, he’s the latest instance of the drunken driver. That’s all. I’m not particularly surprised, but——”
“Hang it, man,” cried Fairie, “you’ve no right to——”
“Why aren’t you surprised?” said Lady Elizabeth.
Her fiancé stared. Then he gave a short laugh.
“Oh, I don’t know. But don’t let’s pursue it. Didn’t you hear Fairie say that he’s——”
“Does it occur to you that Lord Pembury’s a friend of mine?”