She's a good-looking woman, with plenty of intelligence." Mr.Carrington gazed at him with unhappy eyes.

His square, massive face had lost utterly its expression of triumph.
"But hang it all!" he cried.

"What are we going to do?
Knowing what we know, we can't sit still and do nothing." "I can't see _anything_ we can do," said Mr.Flexen frankly, and he rose.
"You have demonstrated that Manley's position is impregnable." He took his leave of the dejected lawyer.
Outside Mr.Carrington's office he stood still, hesitating.

He could have caught a train back to Low Wycombe, but he could not bring himself to take it.

He could not at once tear himself away from London and Mr.
Manley.