Her hard eyes gazed straight forward through the screen of glass.
“Something happened to Dudley?” she said. “And it’s not that his wife’s lamning into him about me.”
“Oh, Pauline takes it as the negligible thing that it was,” Grimshaw said.
She uttered:
“Thanks!” still absently. Then “Dregs?” she repeated. Suddenly she turned upon him and caught hold of his hand.
“It’s not ...” she began.
“You’ll hear when we get to Bushey,” he said. “It’s ten minutes still.”
“Oh, you devil!” she said—“you tormenting devil!”
He just lifted up one hand in token of assent.
“Yes, it’s the function of the devil to torment the damned. You’ve had what you wanted in Dudley Leicester’s case; now you’ve got to take what you get for it—from his best friend.”