“I haven’t written a line for six weeks. I was coming about this Bendibow affair. Of course you’ve heard of it?”
“That his house was ransacked, and he arrested—yes.”
“Well: my wife ... we thought you might want those papers that you left with my wife. There’s no knowing what may happen, you know.”
“You haven’t got them with you?”
“Here they are,” he answered, producing the packet.
“They may be needed; there’s no telling, as you say. It was very kind of your wife—of you, that is, to think of it. You are all well and happy—that goes without saying?”
“Oh, yes: Marion is not very well this morning, though.”
“A headache, I believe. I don’t know. I was away for a day or two and she has not been quite herself since I came back.”
“Surely that’s only what might be expected, after being deprived of you so long!”