Mr. Flexen was for a moment conscious of a slight sensation of vertigo. The mysterious woman was the wife of Herbert Manley!
He could not at once see the bearings of this fact, but ideas, fancies and suspicions raced one another through his head.
He checked them and said in a somewhat toneless voice: "I shall be delighted to see him again. Have you been married long?"
"Rather more than a fortnight." said Helena. "But do sit down. My husband will be so pleased to see you again. He has a great admiration for you."
Mr. Flexen sat down and unconsciously stared hard at her. Ideas were jostling one another in his head.
"We won't wait for him. I'll have the tea made at once," she said, bending forward to press the bell-button.
"One moment, please," he said in his crispest, most official voice. "I've come to see you on a very important matter."
"Oh?" she said quickly, frowning. Then she looked at him with steady eyes.
"Yes. You know that I am investigating the Loudwater case, and I have received information that you are the mysterious lady who visited Lord Loudwater on the night of his death and had a violent quarrel with him."
