Pimlico, I think."
"Not Soho?"
"No."
"How long has she been at the Soho place?"
"Nearly a year."
"Always the same rooms?"
"Yes."
"Is there anyone living in that house or street who would be likely to
know her as his wife?"
"I don't think so."
"What was he?"
"I should think he was a professional 'bully.'"
"I see. Spending most of his time abroad, then?"
"Yes."
"Do you know if he was known to the police?"
"I haven't heard of it."
"Now, listen, Larry. When you leave here go straight home, and don't go
out till I come to you, to-morrow morning. Promise that!"
"I promise."
"I've got a dinner engagement. I'll think this out. Don't drink. Don't
talk! Pull yourself together."
"Don't keep me longer than you can help, Keith!"
That white face, those eyes, that shaking hand! With a twinge of pity
in the midst of all the turbulence of his revolt, and fear, and disgust
Keith put his hand on his brother's shoulder, and said:
"Courage!"
And suddenly he thought: 'My God! Courage! I shall want it all myself!'
II
Laurence Darrant, leaving his brother's house in the Adelphi, walked
northwards, rapidly, slowly, rapidly again.
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