“Whatever do you mean? Where are you going?”
“Dear lady, ask no questions. I am about to Sherlock. Farewell.”
At the door he overtook Jack. “Aha! The first link in the chain. Hello, old chap, a word with you. May I get into your car?”
“Certainly. Get in.”
“Now then, about that note. Nothing like diplomacy. The night of the hockey dance you sent a note to a lady?”
Jack glanced at him in amazement.
“Don't be an ass, Vic. I don't feel like that stuff just now.”
“This is serious. Did you send a note by me that night of the hockey dance?”
“By you? No. Who said I did?”
“Aha! The mystery deepens. By whom? Nothing like finesse.”