On that point Lady Marayne was to score beyond her utmost expectations.
“Come round,” she said over the telephone, two mornings later. “I've something to tell you.”
She was so triumphant that she was sorry for him. When it came to telling him, she failed from her fierceness.
“Poff, my little son,” she said, “I'm so sorry I hardly know how to tell you. Poff, I'm sorry. I have to tell you—and it's utterly beastly.”
“But what?” he asked.
“These people are dreadful people.”
“But how?”
“You've heard of the great Kent and Eastern Bank smash and the Marlborough Building Society frauds eight or nine years ago?”
“Vaguely. But what has that to do with them?”
“That man Morris.”