"I think," said Hannasyde, "that you had better consider your position very carefully, Mr. Fletcher."
Chapter Thirteen
"What do you suppose he meant by that?" asked Neville, as the door closed behind Baker, ushering Superintendent Hannasyde out.
"Trying to rattle you," replied Sally briefly.
"Well, he's succeeded," said Neville. "I'm glad I ate that handsome breakfast before he came, for I certainly couldn't face up to it now."
"Talking of breakfast -'began North.
"How insensate of you, if you are!" said Neville. "Helen, darling, you have such a fertile imagination: are you quite sure you really saw Ernie showing his strange visitor out?"
"Of course I'm sure! What would be the point of making up such a tale?"
"If it comes to that, what was the point of deceiving John all this time?" said Neville reasonably. "Irrational lunacy - that's tautology, but let it stand - peculiar to females."
She smiled, but replied defensively: "It wasn't irrational. I know now it was silly, but I - I had a definite reason."