He spun round as the door of the Manor House opened. Selby, bareheaded, excited, came running down the steps.
'My God...' he said. 'Callaghan... how did you do it... wonderful, my boy, wonderful...'
She got up, leaned against the car. She looked at Selby.
'Mr Gringall's been through from the Yard,' said Selby, the rain running down his face. 'They've got Charleston— the man who really killed Raffano. Wilfred is innocent. They've taken the police away from Ballington Hospital. They got Charleston outside London soon after midnight. He's admitted everything. Gringall says that we have Mr Callaghan here to thank, that...'
'Hold on,' said Callaghan.
He stepped forward and caught Thorla Riverton as she fell.
'Too much excitement, if you ask me,' he said. 'The feller who said that the nerv
