〃Marvellous luck；〃 murmured Chubby。 〃I wish I could have gone along with you … and seen … all the exhibits。〃
His tone was wistful and childlike。
Katherine said nothing。 The police had laid no injunctions of secrecy upon her； and it was clearly impossible to suppress the bare facts or try to keep them from her hostess。
But she did rather wish it had been possible to do so。
〃Yes；〃 said Lady Tamplin； ing suddenly out of her reverie； 〃I do think something might be done。 A little account； you know； cleverly written up。 An eyewitness； a feminine touch： 'How I chatted with the dead woman； little thinking …' that sort of thing； you know。〃
〃Rot！〃 said Lenox。
〃You have no idea；〃 said Lady Tamplin in a soft； wistful voice； 〃what newspapers will pay for a little tit…bit！ Written； of course； by someone of really unimpeachable social position。 You would not like to do it yourself； I dare say； Katherine dear； but just give me the bare bones of it； and I will manage the whole thing for you。 Mr de Haviland is a special friend of mine。 We have a little understanding together。 A most delightful man … not at all reporterish。 How does the idea strike you； Katherine？〃
〃I would much prefer to do nothing of the kind；〃 said Katherine bluntly。
Lady Tamplin was rather disconcerted at this unpromising refusal。 She sighed and turned to the elucidation of further details。
〃A very striking…looking woman； you said？ I wonder now who she could