"Besides what?" asked Callaghan.
"Oh, nothing," said Gringall airily. "By the way, how's Miss Vendayne?"
"She was very well the last time I saw her," said Callaghan.
Gringall said: "I think somebody ought to warn these women about going out with private detectives with warped minds like you've got. Unscrupulous too. I can never make out why your women clients get stuck on you. I think it's disgraceful."
"Don't be jealous," said Callaghan. "You can't expect to understand nice women— not with that awful mentality of yours. It even makes me shudder. Good-bye, flat-foot. I'll see you at four-thirty— if I remember it."
He hung up quickly.
GRINGALL stood, twisting the tasselled cord of his dressing-gown between his fingers. His expression was one of amiable contentment. He walked out of th
