"And I told Flexen that I didn't hear him snoring at about half-past eleven, and I did. I thought it would make it safer for you."
"Well, we are" said Olivia, and she laughed.
Then of a sudden her eyes sparkled and she cried: "But if you heard him snore at half-past eleven that lets the mysterious woman out. She went away at a quarter-past."
"By Jove! so it does," said Grey.
Three days later, driving back in the evening from Rickmansworth to Low Wycombe, Mr. Flexen passed Grey on his way home from an afternoon's fishing. He stopped the car, and as Grey came up to it he perceived that he was looking uncommonly well, though his limp appeared to be as bad as ever. He was not only looking well, he was also looking happy, wholly free from care.
They greeted one another and Mr. Flexen said: "By Jove! you are looking fit!"
"Yes, I'm all right again," said Grey. Then he frowned and added: "But the nuisance of it is that I shall always have this confounded limp."
"You get off more lightly than a good many men I know," said Flexen sadly.
"Yes. I'm not grousing much," said Grey.
There came a pause, and then Grey said: "I've been rather hoping to come across you. When you questioned me about my doings on the night of Loudwater's death, you asked me whether I heard him
