Were you serious, Francis, when you told me that that was his wife ?" "She herself was my informant," was the quiet reply.
Wilmore was puzzled.
"But she passed you just now without even a glance of recognition, and I thought you told me at the club this afternoon that all your knowledge of his evil ways came from her.

Besides, she looks at least twenty years younger than he does." Francis, who had been watching his glass filled with champagne, raised it to his lips and drank its contents steadily to the last drop.
"I can only tell you what I know, Andrew," he said, as he set down the empty glass.

"The woman who is with him now is the woman who spoke to me outside the Old Bailey this afternoon.

We went to a tea-shop together.
She told me the story of his career.

I have never listened to so horrible a recital in my life." "And yet they are here together, dining tete-a-tete, on a night when it must have needed more than ordinary courage for either of them to have been seen in public at all," Wilmore pointed out.
"It is as astounding to me as it is to you," Francis confessed.