Mr.Flexen dropped back into his chair and frowned.

In the silence which fell he wondered.

Plainly she was free enough from care now.
"But when the feast is finished and the lamps expire--" Then Mr.Manley said, in a tone almost insolent: "If you think she murdered that red-eyed bull in a china shop, you're wrong.

She didn't." Mr.Flexen did not resent his tone.

Indeed, before he could speak, it flashed on him that if she had done so, and Justice was depending on him himself to bring her to it, it was depending on a somewhat frail reed.