Grant looked up from inspecting a dew-drenched coat which had just been brought in, to see Williams closing the door mysteriously and mysteriously advancing on him.
"What is it, Williams?" he asked, his voice sharp with anticipation.
"The nut," Williams said.
"The what?"
"The person to make a confession, sir." Williams's tone held a shade of guilt now, as if he felt that by mentioning the thing yesterday he had brought the evil to pass. Grant groaned.
"Not a bit the usual kind, sir. Quite interesting. Very smart."
"Outside or inside?"
"Oh, her clothes, I meant, sir."
"Her! Is it a woman?"
"Yes. A lady, sir."