My cheque-book remains locked up and
she has gone over to your side."
She turned around suddenly.
"You know that you made Bobby Fairfax kill Victor!" she almost
shouted.
Sir Timothy smiled in triumph.
"My dear young lady," he begged, "let us now be friends again. I
desired to know your trump card. For that reason I fear that I
have been a little brutal. Now please don't hurry away. You
have shot your bolt. Already Mr. Shopland is turning the thing
over in his mind. Was I lurking outside that night, Mr.
Shopland, to guide that young man's flabby arm? He scarcely
seemed man enough for a murderer, did he, when he sat quaking on
that stool in Soto's Bar while Mr. Ledsam tortured him? I beg
you again not to hurry, Miss Hyslop. At any rate wait while my
servants fetch you a taxi. It was clouding over when I came in.
We may even have a thunderstorm."
"I want to get out of this house," Daisy Hyslop declared.
"I think you are all horrible. Mr. Ledsam did behave like
a gentleman when he came to see me, and Mr. Shopland asked
questions civilly. But you--" she added, turning round to Sir
Timothy.
"Hush, my dear," he interrupted, holding out his hand. "Don't
abuse me. I am not angry with you--not in the least--and I am
going to prove it. I shall oppose any search warrant which you
might apply for, Mr.
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