‘Well’, began Miss Edith in a gossiping fashion, ‘it is the most peculiar thing and I feel rather foolish in mentioning it as I’m sure it’s nothing, but it has been playing on my mind. I really should have said something to your husband but it never occurred to me …’ Piccolo was now completely hooked, leaning forward intently. ‘… it’s just this’, continued Edith, ‘in the few weeks leading up to poor Margaret’s death I heard them all arguing, not all together, variously Midge and Lady B, Midge and Charles, and Lord B and Mary. The strange thing was, though I couldn’t hear every word, they were all talking of ruin if a certain something became known. But I don’t think it was the same something — I think they all had their own secrets’.