I forced my way past the pair of them, and rushed out to Delavoye waiting with the cab.
"Who is she? Who on earth is this nurse of yours?" I cried without restraint.
He drew me out of earshot of the cab-man.
"Has Coplestone spotted her?"
"This very minute—but who is she?"
"His wife."
"I thought she was dead?"
"No; he divorced her three years ago."
"Who told you?"
"Ronnie."