"Verandah Cottage--that was no place for a chap like him. I hated to see him there. He could always go anywhere, meet anybody, was on equal terms with the best--and he without antecedents that I ever heard of, standing out solitary against a black background, just genius.... I wonder who his people were! Something uncommon, or else he was just a gigantic 'sport'---- "Of course--_de mortuis_ and so on--but he did marry the wrong woman. To tell the truth, she was as ordinary as they make 'em; would have looked her best in the lights of the Holborn Restaurant at half-past six, waiting with the rest of the shop-girls for her bus home. He was a mass of contradictions, and one of 'em was that he merely idealised her. Pretty, of course, but poor Jeffries could have done better for himself than that. She never could bear me.... Well, there's nothing to be said now, poor creatures.... But sometimes it made me almost angry that he hadn't married the woman he ought.... "Well, let's begin with the day he first came to the F.B.C.----" And Louie's pencil flew on. FOOTNOTE: [3] See "In Accordance with the Evidence."