It was easy enough to make use of a fluke and direct the intelligence of others towards the right person, but when the real significance of the thing still eludes you, one can scarcely claim a triumph." Sir Timothy gently knocked the ash from the very fine cigar which he was smoking.
"Still, your groundwork was good," he observed.
Francis shrugged his shoulders.
"That," he admitted, "was due to chance." "Shall we exchange notes ?" Sir Timothy suggested gently.

"It might be interesting." "As you will," Francis assented.

"There is no particular secret in the way I stumbled upon the truth.

I was dining here that night, as you know, with Andrew Wilmore, and while he was ordering the dinner and talking to some friends, I went down to the American Bar to have a cocktail.

Miss Daisy Hyslop and Fairfax were seated there alone and talking confidentially.