"What did Brackston Neeve say?"
Beecher Monmouth took a sip of whisky.
"Why should I bore you with stupid politics?"
"They aren't stupid to me," she said. "You know every tiny bit of your political life interests me intensely." She settled herself in a low chair beside him. "Now you must tell me everything Brackston Neeve said. He is in the confidence of the Cabinet, is he not?"
Her husband nodded.
"He has the confidence of several members of the Cabinet."
"Tell me everything, William...."
Half an hour later, when Monmouth had finished his cigar and whisky, he rose wearily, kissed her, and went to his room. Mrs. Beecher Monmouth waited until he was safely out of the way, then, going to the telephone on the buhl writing-desk, rang up a number.
"Is that Doctor Voules?" she inquired.
At the other end of the telephone a deep voice answered in the affirmative.