"You shall not refuse it—if you deserve it."
"Good. I will come to the point at once. My suggestion concerns—Tom Mortlake."
Denzil threw out the name as if it were a torpedo. Wimp did not move.
"Tom Mortlake," went on Denzil, looking disappointed, "had a sweetheart." He paused impressively.
Wimp said "Yes?"
"Where is that sweetheart now?"
"Where, indeed?"
"You know about her disappearance?"
"You have just informed me of it."
"Yes, she is gone—without a trace. She went about a fortnight before Mr. Constant's murder."