“As my reward,” Zizi said quietly, “I want to be allowed to go and tell Phyllis Lindsay the truth. I love her so, and I don’t want her shocked at hearing about it from a lot of policemen.”
There was no objection on the part of anybody, and Zizi went on her errand.
An hour later, when all three of the Lindsays had been told, and had indeed been shocked and horrified, Philip Barry came in.
“Phyllis,” he said, scarcely seeing any one else.
Phyllis rose and went straight to him. He held out his arms, and she clung to him as they closed round her.
“I never doubted you for a minute, Phil,” she said, “but that man had a sort of power over me—a—oh, almost an hypnotic power, I think.”
“Forget him,” Zizi advised, smiling at the pair.
“Now, you two talk over things, while I go in the library and flirt with Louis, with Mrs Lindsay for chaperon. Forget everybody else, and think there are only you two in the whole wide world.”
THE END