9: The Lady-Friend
IT was Revenholt. His voice came casually through the telephone in answer to Callaghan's hallo.
'You're in luck, Callaghan,' he said, 'and so am I. If you want the Ferrival woman very badly you can get her tonight.'
Callaghan said: 'When an' where?'
'I'll tell you,' Revenholt went on. 'After I left you this morning I did some quiet thinking, and I remembered a man— he's in service with some friends of mine— who'd once put a relative, who had a weakness for flipping the pasteboards and losing the family shekels on the green cloth, on to this 'Show Down' place. It's about seven miles on the other side of High Wycombe.
'I went round and had a word with my butler friend, and he was able then and there to get through to his friend, who acts as a sort of unofficial maître
