"What's Colin's wife doing?" he said.
"Queenie? She's driving a field ambulance car in Belgium."
"Why isn't she looking after Colin?"
"That isn't in Queenie's line. Besides—"
"Besides what?"
"Well, to tell the truth, I don't suppose she'll live with Colin after—"
"After what?"
"Well, after Colin's living with Anne."
Jerrold stiffened. He felt the blood rushing to his heart, betraying him. His face was God only knew what awful colour.
"You don't mean to say they—"