"M'm. You know, sir, I always say a young man ought to get married. It kind of puts a kick into his work. And if there's kids, it gives him something to work for. Now, I was married when I was a youngster of twenty-two, walking my beat like any cub copper. Well, believe me, sir, it made a new man of me, and when we had our First--that was four months after----" "Teal," said Storm awfully, "you're shocking me. Go away and blow froth." He collected Blaythwayt at the bank, and they parked the car in Salisbury Square and proceeded on foot to the Fleet Street restaurant where Joe had arranged to meet his niece. She was surprised to see Storm, and, in his state of exaggerated self-consciousness, he thought she was a trifle displeased. Thinking things over, he realised the painful transparency of his ruse. "I'm sorry to butt in on you like this," he said. "Fact is, it's important for me to see your uncle, and I shan't have ten consecutive free seconds this afternoon." Joe Blaythwayt tucked his napkin into his waistcoat and beamed at them both impartially. "Anything I can do for you, Captain Arden----" This placed Storm in a quandary, for he hadn't the foggiest notion of an excuse for his presence. The timely arrival of an overworked waiter gave him a few minutes' respite, during which time his brain seethed frantically, and at the end of it he was prepared to be fluently plausible. "Teal is always talking about you, Mr. Blaythwayt. He says you're a great criminologist." "Well, I've read a bit about it," admitted Joe modestly. "It's difficult, of course, to do much as an amateur. Now, this Triangle, Captain Arden, is the very first time I've ever been mixed up in anything of the sort personally. I shall put it in my book--I'm writing a book, you know. Did Teal tell you that?" Storm nodded. He glanced at Susan and then exerted himself not to meet her eye, for her initial annoyance had given place to quiet amusement. He felt her eyes upon him, and went hot and cold. "And you absolutely can't remember a thing about Harchester that you could associate with the Triangle?" he asked. "Not a thing," said Blaythwayt with a vigorous shake of his head. "Of course, some people must have been jealous--I was jolly good at Rugger in my time, and Harchester thinks more of brawn than of brains, so I became captain of the school rather out of my turn. But that's all so long ago I can't remember details. Certainly nobody disliked me to my face, whatever they may have thought." "Who was the bird you cut out?" Blaythwayt wrinkled his brow. "I can remember him a bit. A big fellow, no good at games--he was so gawky everyone used to rag him about it. Bull-something ... Bull ... Bulsaid--that's it! He was brilliantly clever, I remember that. I often wonder what happened to him. He ought to have become a great scientist. But, bless you, Bulsaid never kicked. He was too quiet. One of the most easy-going fellows I've ever met."