And she said:
‘I don’t know; I don’t think he has yet to-day.’
I said:
‘His brother is missing . . . it is in the paper to-day. . .’
She said:
‘I say! . . . how rotten! . . . how absolutely rotten!’
The smile died from her face.
‘Poor old chap,’ she said, ‘he’ll be awfully cut up! He thought no end of his brother . . . must have been jolly decent,’ she said, and then: ‘I suppose you knew him too?’
I said:
‘Yes, I did know him.’