The Sergeant was interested. “Kind of premonition?”
“Premonition!” snorted the Superintendent. “A very safe bet! Of course something's going to turn up. All I hope is that it'll have an alibi I can check up on, and won't have spent the night walking to Richmond, or in bed with a headache, or alone in somebody else's house!”
Giles's eyes were alight. “I'm afraid you're feeling ruffled, Superintendent.”
Hannasyde laughed and held out his hand. “Can you wonder at it? I must be getting along now. That minx of a client of yours! The idea of saying "Oh, hullo!" to me in Court! Did she tell you we parted yesterday not on the best of terms? You can warn that young brother of hers, if you like, that it isn't always wise to be too clever with the police. Good-bye!”
They shook hands. “Come to my chambers, and smoke a cigar this evening, and talk it over,” invited Giles. “Without prejudice, you know.”
“Without prejudice I will, gladly,” replied Hannasyde. “Thanks!”
On this they parted, Hannasyde and the Sergeant to catch a train, Giles to extricate his cousin from the Police Station, and take her to have lunch before motoring back to town.
She was in a cheerful mood, and appeared to consider herself safely out of the wood. Giles disillusioned her, and she at once declared that to arrest her now would be an extremely dirty trick, and one of which she did not believe Superintendent Hannasyde capable.
“Except for an occasional brush we don't get on at all badly,” she said. “In fact, I think he quite likes me.”
“That won't stop him doing what he believes to be his duty.”