He took his leave of the dejected lawyer.
Outside Mr. Carrington's office he stood still, hesitating. He could have caught a train back to Low Wycombe, but he could not bring himself to take it. He could not at once tear himself away from London and Mr. Manley. He must sleep on the new facts in the Loudwater case. He went to his club, engaged a bedroom, and dined there.
Mr. and Mrs. Manley dined at their flat. Mr. Manley talked during dinner with elegance and vivacity. The maid brought in the coffee and went back to the kitchen.
As he lighted his wife's cigarette, Mr. Manley said in a careless tone: "What did Flexen want to see you about?"
Helena gave him a full account of her interview with Mr. Flexen, his questions and her answers.
"I guessed that you were the Daily Wire's mysterious woman," he said. "I saw how frightened you were when it came out. But, of course, as you didn't say anything about it, I didn't."
"That is so like you," she murmured.
"One human being should never intrude on another," said Mr. Manley with a noble air.
"It might be your motto," she said, looking at him with admiring eyes. She paused; then she added: "And I was frightened—horribly frightened. I couldn't sleep. I was going to tell you about it, but I didn't like to. You gave me no
