"You're very bitter and terribly inquisitive," said my companion. "Still, if you must know, I came down to be taken to hear a case. I've got a brother at the Bar, and the little wretch told me to meet him there, and he'd get me in to hear a motor-car case." I started. "Of course he never appeared, and I—my father was a K.C., so I'm not frightened—I just walked in and sat down in the first court I came to. It wasn't very interesting, but there were three judges. All in red, too. By the way, what's arson?"
"Setting fire to a house. All on purpose like. But tell me. D'you know anything about the case you were to have heard?"
"Only that the head of Paul's chambers is in it. That's how he knew it would be interesting."
"Is he in Tristram's chambers?"
"How on earth did you know?"
As she spoke the taxi drew up at the entrance to the Savoy.
"Oh, it's our precious case. That's all." I handed her out twittering. "Didn't you know we'd had a smash on the day of the wedding?"
"I did hear something. You don't mean to say...."
I paid the driver and hurried her into the hall.
"If you want to be there," I said, "to see us go down, you'll have to have a pretty quick lunch."