She looked at him. "You're a cold-blooded fish, Neville. I didn't like Ernie, but gosh, I'm sorry for him!"
"What a waste of emotion!" he remarked. "What's the use of being sorry for a dead man?"
"There's something in that," she admitted. "But it's hardly decent to say so. Oh, damn it all, this is a rotten mess! Why the dickens couldn't you have got hold of those IOUs before it all happened?"
"Oh, have they been found?" said Neville.
"Of course they have!"
John pleased?"
"He doesn't know anything about them. Helen won't tell him."
He blinked. "Let me get this straight, just in case of accidents. What is Helen's story?"
"That she went round to see Ernie on some trivial matter. Yes, I know it's insane, but she probably knows her own business best. John wasn't particularly encouraging, and as he's apparently rabid on the subject of gambling and debts, I daresay she's right not to tell him. If you run into John, you'd better know nothing about it."
"You go home and tell Helen about the bread of deceit," said Neville. "I don't think she's being very clever."