"Have you any capabilities for the bar?" asked Fane. "For instance, what do you think of this murder?"
Arnold threw up his hand.
"Don't ask me," he said abruptly; "I have heard nothing else discussed but that murder for days. I am perfectly sick of it. What is your opinion?"
"I don't know--I haven't one. The whole thing is a mystery to me. All I know is that the death in this room has so sickened me, that I intend to give up the villa and go abroad to Switzerland."
"An inland place. That will rather interfere with your yachting."
"Before Fane could answer, the door opened, and Mrs. Fane, serene as ever, entered with an evening paper in her hand. She started a trifle when she saw Arnold, but bowed gracefully.
"So pleased to see you," she said with conventional falseness. "I must send Laura to you. She is dying to see you."
"I have seen her, Mrs. Fane. I am now going away."
"Oh!" Mrs. Fane smiled agreeably. "You have quarrelled."
"No, but----"