"No—perhaps not. He certainly brought it off for a time, and shielded her as long as it lasted," said Mr. Carrington slowly.
"She didn't need any shielding," said Mr. Flexen.
"Do you mean to tell me that she didn't murder Loudwater?"
"She did not. You don't murder a man who has just given you twelve thousand pounds," said Mr. Flexen.
"Twelve thousand pounds?" said Mr. Carrington slowly. Then he started from his chair and almost howled: "Are you telling me that Lord Loudwater gave this woman twelve thousand pounds! He never gave any one twelve thousand pounds! He never gave any one a thousand pounds! He never gave any one fifty pounds! He couldn't have done it! Never in his life!"
His voice rose in a fine crescendo.
"Well, perhaps it was hardly a gift," said Mr. Flexen, and he told him Helena's story.
At the end of it Mr. Carrington said with dogged, sullen conviction: "I don't care, I don't believe it. Lord Loudwater couldn't have done it."
"But there's the letter from her bankers," said Mr. Flexen. "And I suppose you can trace the twelve thousand pounds."
Mr. Carrington started and said sharply: "Why, that must be where the rubber shares went to."
