“Not a word.”
“And you destroyed that paper at once?”
“Of course.”
The lie was out before she realized it. Well, it didn’t matter. The thing was obsolete. She would tear it up. No. She wouldn’t. She still had to wage her war against her husband, with the aid of Sir Berkeley Prynne, and the document would be of great value.
“It was he who gave it away to the editor of The Morning Gazette,” she said, vindictively.
“But how the deuce could he have known?” asked Godfrey. “These things are dead secrets. They never go beyond the Army Council.”
“He did know, anyhow. I’ve not seen you since. I’ve a lot to tell you.”
She told him. He scrambled to his feet.
“My God! what a swine! You must leave him.”
“I’m going to. I’m going to hound him out of public life.”