"Oh, she doesn't look a fool," said Arnold easily, "only lazy."
"And she ain't that neither. I guess there's spirit in the old party. You could have knocked me down flat when she rose on her hind legs."
"Was she--er--on her hind legs?" inquired Calvert delicately.
"Considerable! But it's private business. Only I hope I won't be mixed up with another murder case. One's good enough for me, anyhow!"
"Do you mean to say----" began Arnold startled.
"That she knows anything to the circus we're running? No, I don't. She's got her own little Sheol--sulphur, match, and all. Let her slide. I dare say it's all bunkum."
"What is?"
"Calvert, if you ask any more questions I'll chuck the case."
"Oh, beg pardon," said Arnold, astonished at seeing the usually good-tempered man so roused, "don't mind my asking questions. I forgot the business was private."
"Won't be long," said Tracey savagely, "if she's on the kind of job she's trying to carry out. Well," he raised his voice, "what's the best news with you?"