"If I had known that you were on the premises, Mr. Finch," said Mullett with dignity, "I would not have taken the liberty of making use of your domicile. Come, Fanny, we will go to a hotel."
"Will you?" said George unpleasantly. "Let me tell you there's a little matter to be settled before you start going to any hotel. Perhaps you are not aware that your wife is in possession of a valuable necklace belonging to the lady who, if it hadn't been for her, would now be Mrs. George Finch?"
Mullett clapped a hand to his forehead.
"A necklace!"
"It's a lie," cried his bride.
Mullett shook his head sadly. He was putting two and two together.
"When did this occur, Mr. Finch?"
"This afternoon, down at Hempstead."
"Don't you listen to him, Freddy. He's dippy."
"What precisely happened, Mr. Finch?"