Quayle took a cigarette from the box and lit it. He smoked silently for a few minutes; then he said: "Have you any ideas about this business?"
Greeley shrugged his shoulders. "Only what I've told you," he said. "I must say it stinks a bit. But she certainly looked as if she'd shot herself, didn't she?"
Quayle said: "I doubt it." He got up, began to walk up and down the room. He went on: "This is a bad business about Zilla Stevenson. It makes things very inconvenient. It's put us in a bad spot."
Greeley nodded. "I know," he said. "Somebody's thrown a spanner in the works."
Quayle said: "You don't know how right you are." He thought it rather odd that Greeley should use the expression that Tangier had used earlier in the day. He smiled grimly. There was a difference in the size of the sp
