“Will you write to him now?”
“I don’t see why I should.”
“Indeed. Not even when it was you who gave some of your mistress’s underclothing to Mr. White, by which means he was able to identify the body found at Putney as that of Lady Dyke?”
“Mr. White told you that, did he?”
“He did.”
“Then you had better get him to give you all further information, Mr. Bruce, as not another word will you get out of me.”
She bounced up, fiery red, pluming herself for the fray.
“Will you not communicate with Sir Charles?” he said, utterly baffled by Miss le Marchant’s uncompromising attitude.
“Perhaps I will and perhaps I won’t. Mr. White, indeed!” And she ran off to join her friends.
The barrister drove quietly homewards. This was his summary of the evening’s events: “I have found two women. When I know all about them I shall be able to lay my hand on the person who killed Lady Dyke.”