Mr Pickering was trembling violently.
'Do you know who that was? He was the man!' said Mr Pickering.
'What man?'
'The man I caught looking in at the window that night!'
'What nonsense! You must be mistaken. He said he knew Claire quite well.'
'But when you suggested that he should meet her he ran.'
This aspect of the matter had not occurred to Lady Wetherby.
'So he did!'
'What did he tell you that showed he knew Claire?'
'Well, now that I come to think of it, he didn't tell me anything.
I did the talking. He just sat there.'