Dreamer growled softly: "Delighted. Good evening!" And let fall the
protection of his gown.
They filed out. Winifred went down the stairs. Soames lingered. In spite
of himself he was impressed by Dreamer.
"The evidence is all right, I think," he said to Bellby. "Between
ourselves, if we don't get the thing through quick, we never may. D'you
think he understands that?"
"I'll make um," said Bellby. "Good man though--good man."
Soames nodded and hastened after his sister. He found her in a draught,
biting her lips behind her veil, and at once said:
"The evidence of the stewardess will be very complete."
Winifred's face hardened; she drew herself up, and they walked to the
carriage. And, all through that silent drive back to Green Street, the
souls of both of them revolved a single thought: 'Why, oh! why should I
have to expose my misfortune to the public like this? Why have to employ
spies to peer into my private troubles? They were not of my making.'