Sally gave a crow of mirth. "Neville, is that what you told them? Oh, do let me see your interview!"
"I will, if the Sergeant doesn't mind putting off my arrest for ten minutes."
The Sergeant said: "You know very well I've got nothing to arrest you on, sir."
"But wouldn't you love to do it?" murmured Neville.
"You get along with you, sir," recommended the Sergeant.
To his relief, Neville obeyed his command, linking his arm in Sally's, and strolling away with her towards the house. Out of earshot, she said: "You spilled more than I bargained for."
"Diverting his mind."
"I hope to God you didn't say too much."
"Yes, so do I," agreed Neville. "One comfort is that we shall soon know. How's the heroine of this piece doing?"
"If you mean Helen -'