Sir Robert.
Yes. Sorry to bring you down, but before you go
to bed I find I must ask you a few questions.
Margaret.
[Watchfully.] My headache has become worse, sir.
Can the matter wait until morning?
Sir Robert.
I regret it cannot. But I shall make it as easy for
you as possible, and perhaps in a few minutes you
will be able to clear up my difficulty.
Margaret.
Difficulty?
Sir Robert.
Sit down, please. [She sits.] You may remember
that when you arrived this afternoon a gentleman
was with me. Did you know who he was?
Margaret.
I—I didn't look at him sir.
Sir Robert.
He was the Chief Commissioner of Metropolitan
Police, and on going out he said he thought he had
seen you before.
Margaret.
But that—that is quite impossible, sir.
Sir Robert.
Since you went upstairs he has been back, and
made rather a serious accusation.
