“The Judge married a year ago, sir. It was in all the newspapers.”
“I don’t read all the newspapers,” said Timothy. “I haven’t sufficient time. Who was the lady?”
The man looked round, as if fearing to be overheard.
“Sir John married the cinema lady, Miss Sadie O’Grady,” he said, and the hostility in his tone was unmistakable.
Timothy gasped.
“You don’t say!” he said. “Well, that beats the band! Why, I knew that da——, that lady in London!”
The servant inclined his head sideways.
“Indeed, sir,” he said, and it was evident that he did not regard Timothy as being any fitter for human association by reason of his confession.
A distant bell buzzed.
“Sir John is ready, sir,” he said. “I hope you will not mention the fact that I spoke of madam?”