Arrived back in his own quarters, whence he had been summoned by Macdonald’s telephone call, Grenville decided to put on record the events of the last week, and to make a schedule showing how his evidence was arrived at, but he had not proceeded very far along these lines when the telephone bell rang, and the voice at the farther end banished all rational thoughts from his head.
“Look here, Robert Grenville,” began Elizabeth Leigh’s comminatory voice. “Don’t think I’m ringing you up out of pure friendliness, or anything of that nature. I’m not. You can boil in oil so far as I’m concerned, but will you kindly tell me this. What’s all the shemozzle about? Where’s Bruce, and what is he up to, what’s wrong with Neil Rockingham, and what’s it all about?”
“Darling,” began Grenville, but she sn
