“Albert Mensmore. For some reason, hidden at this moment, he lived here under the name of the gentleman who has, I see, been giving you a practical lesson in the art of not jumping at conclusions.”
“Have you known this long?”
“For some weeks.”
“Then why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because I have no definite reason for connecting Mensmore with Lady Dyke’s death. If I had, his action in returning to London the moment he hears of the charge would shake my belief.”
“Who told him?”
“Mrs. Hillmer.”
“Oh, this business is quite beyond me. I can’t fathom it a little bit.”
And White sank dejectedly to his chair again.