You may help her and Grell and us by doing as I ask. Consider it coolly, and you will see it is the best thing to do."
Sir Ralph set down his cup and fingered his watch-chain. Foyle signalled the waitress, paid the bill, lit a cigar and waited.
"I'll have to think over it," said Fairfield thoughtfully. "Give me an hour or two."
"Right you are," agreed the detective heartily, and they made their way out into the street.
CHAPTER XXIX
It was with mixed feelings that Fairfield yielded at last to Foyle's arguments and returned to see Eileen Meredith. To his consent he had attached the condition that he was to be allowed to use his own judgment as to how much of the interview he should communicate to the detective, and with this Foyle had to be content.
The baronet found the girl waiting for him, her face alight with eagerness. She was in her own boudoir, luxuriously ensconced in a big arm-chair, and she smiled brightly at him—such a smile as he had not seen since before the murder. He obeyed her invitation to sit down.
"You wanted to see me alone," he said.