“Well, the fact is," said Celia, in a burst of girlish frankness, "I
rather think I've killed George."
Killed him, eh?"
It was a solution that had not occurred to me, but now that it was
presented for my inspection I could see its merits. In these days of
national effort, when we are all working together to try to make our
beloved land fit for heroes to live in, it was astonishing that nobody
before had thought of a simple, obvious thing like killing George
Mackintosh. George Mackintosh was undoubtedly better dead, but it had
taken a woman's intuition to see it.
I killed him with my niblick," said Celia.
I nodded. If the thing was to be done at all, it was unquestionably a