"Well, I am, because it seems to me I'm a very interested party, and I want to see what's likely to happen next."
"I shouldn't go, if I were you," said Hugh. "I'll let you know if anything startling comes out. Not that it's likely to. The police are sure to ask for an adjournment."
"I should like," said Vicky, dipping her fingers in the cut-glass bowl before her, "to find out why Harold White wanted to see Wally on Sunday, and what they were going to do with that five hundred pounds."
"Oh, it's got to that now, has it?" said Hugh. "Any good my reminding you that that idea is nothing more than a suspicion of Mary's?"
"Well, not much," Vicky said, with one of her enchanting smiles.
"In any case, you're not likely to hear anything about it at the Inquest."
"I expect I'll go all the same," said Vicky tranquilly. "Then I suppose I shall have to take you," said Hugh. "Oh, no! Not a bit necessary."
"You'll only get into mischief if I don't keep an eye on you."
"I wouldn't wonder," Vicky murmured. "Oh, I've just been smitten with the most awesome reflection! How do you suppose Maurice is managing to entertain Alexis?"
"Vicky, you little beast!" said Mary. "That's the worst part of it all, that Maurice should be stuck with that awful man!"