«Yes. I may be wrong. I hope I am, but I know I'm not.»
«You won't tell me?»
«D'you know,» said Peter, «honestly I'd rather not. I say I may be wrong — and I'd feel as if I'd libelled the Archbishop of Canterbury.»
«Well, tell me — is it one mystery or two?»
«One.»
«You talked of the Levy murder. Is Levy dead?»
«God — yes!» said Peter, with a strong shudder.
The Duchess looked up from where she was reading the Tatler.
«Peter,» she said, «is that your ague coming on again? Whatever you two are chattering about, you'd better stop it at once if it excites you. Besides, it's about time to be off.»
«All right, Mother,» said Peter. He turned to Bunter, standing respectfully in the door with an overcoat and suitcase. «You understand what you have to do, don't you?» he said.