II
“Oo,” said Maureen Clegg, “it’s you again!”
“I’m very, very sorry to bother you,” said Calgary.
“Oh, but you’re not bothering me a bit. Come in. It’s my day off.”
That fact Calgary had already found out, and was the reason for his be-ing here.
“I’m expecting Joe back in a minute,” said Maureen. “I haven’t seen anymore about Jacko in the papers. I mean not since it said how he got a freepardon and a bit about a question being asked in Parliament¹ and then say-ing that it was quite clear he didn’t do it. But there’s nothing more aboutwhat the police are doing and who really did it. Can’t they find out?”
“Have you still no idea yourself?”
“Well, I haven’t really,” said Maureen. “I shouldn’t be surprised, though,if it was the other brother. Very queer² and moody³ he is. Joe sees himsometimes driving people around. He works⁴ for the Bence Group, youknow. He’s rather good-looking but terribly moody, I should think. Joeheard a rumour⁵ he was going out to Persia or somewhere and that looksbad, I think, don’t you?”
“I don’t see why it should look bad, Mrs. Clegg.”
“Well, it’s one of those places the police can’t get at you, isn’t it?” “Youthink that he is running away?”
“He may feel he’s got to.”
“I suppose that’s the sort of thing people do say,” Arthur Calgary said.
“Lots of rumours⁶ flying around,” said Maureen. “They say the husbandand the secretary were going on together, too. But if it was the husband Ishould think he would be more likely to poison her. That’s what they usu-ally do, isn’t it?”
“Well, you see more films than I do, Mrs. Clegg.”
“I don’t really look at the screen,” said Maureen. “If you work there, youknow, you get terribly bored with films. Hallo, here’s Joe.”

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