"Oh, it will be cleared up, if I have anything to do with it. But I think we wait for a day or two to see what the Yard mean to do about it. They have far better facilities for arriving at the truth than we are ever likely to have."
"Coming from a lawyer, that is a touching tribute to the honesty of the police."
"Believe me, truth may be a virtue, but Scotland Yard discovered long ago that it is a business asset. It doesn't pay them to be satisfied with anything less."
"If he did bring it to court," she said, coming to the door with him, "and did get a verdict, what would that mean for us?"
"I'm not sure whether it would be two years' imprisonment or seven years penal servitude. I told you I was a broken reed where criminal procedure is concerned. But I shall look it up."
"Yes, do," she said. "There's quite a difference."
He decided that he liked her habit of mockery. Especially in the face of a criminal charge.
"Goodbye," she said. "It was kind of you to come. You have been a great comfort to me."
And Robert, remembering how nearly he had thrown her to Ben Carley, blushed to himself as he walked to the gate.