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."
"Murder? How do you know it was murder?"
"Mr. Grodman says so," said Denzil, startled again.