"You know, don't you?" said Amberley softly. Her eyes lifted to his face; she did not answer. "He went to Norton Manor."
She said steadily: "When he's drunk he behaves like a madman. What did he do?"
"Nothing much beyond attempting to shoot Fountain's valet."
"Oh, my God," she said bitterly.
"It is sickening, isn't it?" agreed Amberley. "After all the trouble you've taken, too."
"What did they do? What was said?"
"They decided that he was too drunk to know what he was doing and kicked him out."
"Did the valet get hurt?"
"Oh no; no one was hurt."
She was silent, frowning. After a pause she spoke again. "They let him go. Then…" She broke off and began to drum on the table with her fingers.