"And it's dashed little! What have I actually done? Nothing! One needs a better man than me."
"Well, there's your friend Silent Simon, and all the police—"
"A fat lot of good they are!" said Ned.
His sister looked a little surprised at his unusual shortness of temper. To her he was very rarely like this.
"You need a good day's shooting to take your mind off it for a little," she suggested.
He turned upon her hotly.
"Do you know the story that's going about, Lilian?"
"Sir Malcolm and the Farmond girl? Oh, rather," she nodded.
"Is that how it strikes you?"