Boyne nodded approval.
The Red Widow opened the cupboard on the left-hand of the sideboard, where he saw in a row four beautiful liqueur glasses, delicately cut, with square stems. His quick eye examined them, and he took out one. It was exactly the same as the other three except that it had a round stem.
He held it in his fingers for a second, and a sinister smile played about his lips.
"Yes—I see!" he remarked. "She likes liqueurs. Most women do."
"Especially Cointreau. They like the subtle flavour of tangerine orange," laughed Ena. "Don't you recollect what she said about it at the Carlton—that it is her favourite drink with coffee?"
"Yes. And we, of course, indulge her!"
"Indulge!" echoed the woman. "A nice word, truly!"
Boyne was twisting the liqueur glass he had selected in his fingers.
"I wish you'd get me a cocktail, Ena," he said. "I'm dying for one."
"Then I'll get you one at once. There's none here. I'll go into the kitchen and mix one—gin and French vermouth, with a dash of anisette and lemon—eh?"