“Good morning, Dick,” said Elizabeth. “Where did they pick you up? I told them to try——”
“Forsyth,” said Pembury sternly, “I don’t remember instructing you——”
“One minute,” cried Forsyth. “One minute. My hands are clean. I haven’t moved in the matter. I never found the lady. She found me.”
“But——”
“It’s perfectly true,” said Elizabeth. “I only heard last night. Of course, it’s my own fault. I really must read the papers: but they’re so frightfully dull—usually.”
“Who told you?” said Pembury.
“Hilton, of course. But observe how astute I am. A fool would have rushed to you. The woman of the world goes to a lawyer.”
“Why does she do that?”
“Because,” said Elizabeth, “it’s Saturday, and lawyers are closed at one. By the time I’d had it out with you, the lawyers would have been closed. As it is, we’re in just nice time. My statement’s being typed now.”
“I won’t have you called,” said Pembury.