tapped the manuscript on the table—"a drama worth fifty of it. Out of working hours I don't mind talking that affair over with you; in them I won't."
Mr. Flexen rose and said: "You're undoubtedly the most accomplished scoundrel I've ever come across."
"If you will have it so," said Mr. Manley patiently. Then he smiled and added: "Praise from an expert"
They turned to see Mrs. Manley standing in the doorway, her lips parted, her eyes dilated in a growing consternation.
She stepped forward. Mr. Flexen slipped round her and fairly fled.
She looked at Mr. Manley with horror-stricken eyes and said: "What—what did he mean, Herbert?"
"He meant what he said. But what it really means is that I won't let him hang that wretched James Hutchings," said Mr. Manley with a noble air.
•••••••
Three months later, on the first night of Mr. Manley's play, Colonel Grey came upon Mr. Flexen in the lounge of the Haymarket, between the second and third acts. Both of them praised the play warmly, and there came a pause.
Then Colonel Grey said: "I suppose you've given up all hope of solving the problem of Loudwater's death."
