gone to meet Talbot. We show just a flash of you looking out of the drawing-room windows into the garden. Then you just glance over your shoulder to where your husband is sitting in the library, reading, and you slip away, see? Then we jump to where you find them in the garden. Wait a minute” — He consulted the sheaf of typewritten sheets in his hand — ”yeh — here it says: ‘Joyce is keeping her tryst under the great oak in the garden with her lover.’ Yeh. Wait a minute � ‘tryst under tree with’ — well, you come quickly forward — down to about here — and you say: ‘Ah, there you are!’“

Harrietta looked at him for a long, long minute. Her lips were parted. Her breath came quickly. She spoke: “I say — what?”