16/38 Dear me, it's quite a tangle." "I shall telegraph my solicitors at once for definite news. They'll know whether the real Medcroft is in London, and then--well, by Jove, Agatha, I can't tell just wot steps I'll take in regard to these Rodneys." He went into a long tirade against the unfortunate Seattle-ites, as he called them. "Understand me, Agatha, I don't blame Mrs.Medcroft. If she's having an affair with this chap and can pull the wool--" "But she isn't having an affair with this chap," cried Mrs. "She's having an affair with a chap in London--the one who writes--Good gracious! Of course! Why, what fools we are. |