"Smith!"
Nigel opened his mouth to speak, but the words stuck to his tongue.
"You know about Mr. Smith," continued Tony, "how helpful he was at East Grinstead——"
"He told you his name was Smith, did he?"
"Of course. I know him quite well now—he lives at Fan's Court, near Blindley Heath, and...." Tony's voice trailed off. She wondered why Mr. Smith did not speak for himself.
"You damn liar!" roared Strife, swinging round on Nigel.
"Father!"
"Sir Gambier, let me explain...."
"I won't hear a word. Explanation, indeed! What explanation can there be?—you victimiser of innocent little girls!—Antoinette, get into the car at once, and come home. Then we'll hear all the lies this Furlonger's been cramming you with."
"Furlonger...."