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It was nearly eleven o'clock before Angela returned; and, since she resolutely refused to disclose anything about her movements unless Bredon divulged his theory, there were no explanations at all that night. "It's not that I'm inquisitive," she explained, "but I do want to break you of that bad habit of obstinacy. " "Well, well," said Bredon, "if you choose to drag my name in the dust, not to mention my car, by these midnight expeditions, there's no more to be said. " And no more was said.
They found Leyland already at breakfast when they came down. He had been up, he said, since six, making inquiries in every conceivable direction. "I must say," he added, "it wasn't Mrs. Bredon's fault we didn't catch our man last night."