Thomas got up slowly.
"Take it easy, Mr.Webb," warned Haggerty.

"Go on, Miss Killigrew, an' we'll see first if you've hit it." Thomas stared, wide-eyed, from face to face.

What in heaven's name had happened?
What was this blighter of a detective doing at the villa?
And why was Kitty so white?
"Mr.Webb," began Kitty, striving hard to maintain even tones, "on the night of May 13, you and Lord Henry Monckton stood on the curb outside my carriage, near the Garden, where I was blockaded in the fog.

I heard your voices.

There was talk about a wager.