"I asked Mr. Naldrett here to talk to me," said the lady.
"So I presume," said Templeton.
"Have you had an interesting sitting?" Roger asked.
Templeton did not answer. He was glaring at his wife. His opera hat was tilted back; his overcoat was unbuttoned; an unlighted cigarette drooped from his mouth.
"Archie," said the lady suavely, "Mr. Naldrett is my friend. I asked him here to talk to me."
"So I see," said Templeton.
"To talk to me," the woman repeated, flaring up, "while you were with Mrs. Liancourt at her flat in St. Anne's Mansions. I know when the House rose, and where you went afterwards. If you're goin' to have your friends, I'm goin' to have mine."
Templeton seemed to gulp. He turned to Roger.
"Perhaps you will go," he said.
"Yes, I think I had better," said Roger. "I am sorry that I came."