"It was that little beast, Jane Pittaway.

She heard us talking in the drawing-room." "Oh, that was it, was it ?" he said more gently.

Then, scowling again, he cried fiercely: "I'll wring her neck!" "That's enough of that!" she said sharply.

"You've talked a lot too much about wringing people's necks.

And a lot of good it's done you." "Oh, I know you believe I did it, just like everybody else.