There was a long pause.
"She was in Mortlake's car, you know," said Jimmy again, disjointedly.
Sangster nodded.
"He'll be shockingly cut-up," said Jimmy again. "I hated the chap; but he was really fond of her."
"Yes." Jimmy's cigarette had gone out again, and he relit it absently.
"Christine will never believe that it hasn't broken my heart," he said in a queer voice.
No answer.
"You won't believe it either?" he said.
The eyes of the two men met; Jimmy flushed scarlet.
"It's the truth," he said. "I think, ever since I knew that she—that she had tried to get rid of me——" He stopped painfully. "It makes me wonder if I ever—ever really, you know."