"After all," Dredlinton observed, with a cynical turn of the lips, "I see no reason why I should object. Josephine's been no wife of mine for years. Perhaps you have a fancy for your love affairs wrapped up in a little ice frosting."
Wingate's eyes flashed.
"That'll do," he advised, with ominous calm.
"Eh?"
"We will not discuss your wife."
Dredlinton shrugged his shoulders.
"As you will. Assist me, then, in my office of host. What or whom shall we discuss? Choose your own subject."
"The disappearance of Stanley Rees, if you like," was the unexpected reply.
Dredlinton stared at his visitor. Symptoms of panic were beginning to reassert themselves.
"You admit, then, that you were concerned in that?"