"Yes. The appearance in court of the two women. And I read how the trial is to be at some place in the country in a little more than a fortnight. Well, by now, that would be in a very few days. So my friend says: How sure are you, Einar, that that girl and your Mrs. Chadwick are one? And I say: Very sure indeed I am. So he say: Here in the paper is the name of the solicitor for the women. There is no address but this Milford is a very small place and he will be easy to find. We shall have coffee early tomorrow-that is breakfast-and you will go down to this Milford and tell what you think to this Mr. Blair. So here I am, Mr. Blair. And you are interested in what I say?"
Robert sat back, took out his handkerchief, and mopped his forehead. "Do you believe in miracles, Mr. Lange?"
"But of course. I am a Christian. Indeed, although I am not yet very old I have myself seen two."
"Well, you have just taken part in a third."
"So?" Mr. Lange beamed. "That makes me very content."
"You have saved our bacon."
"Bacon?"
"An English idiom. You have not only saved our bacon. You have practically saved our lives."
"You think, then, as I think, that they are one person, that girl and my guest at the Red Shoes?"
"I haven't a doubt of it. Tell me, have you the dates of her stay with you."