"But he doesn't keep open office all night," I objected.
"But he opens at nine o'clock in the morning," said Raffles, "to catch the early stockbroker who would rather be bled than hammered."
"Who told you that?"
"Our Mrs. Shylock."
"You must have made great friends with her?"
"More in pity than for the sake of secrets."
"But you went where the secrets were?"
"And she gave them away wholesale."
"She would," I said, "to you."
"She told me a lot about the impending libel action."