"And a very capable one."
"If anyone's batty in this place, you ought to know it," I said accusingly.
Griffith shook his head.
He looked discouraged. But he looked more than that - he looked worried.
I wondered if he had an inkling of some kind.
We had been walking along the High Street.
I stopped at the door of the houseagents.
"I believe my second installment of rent is due - in advance.
I've got a good mind to pay it and clear out with Joanna right away.
Forfeit the rest of the tenancy."
"Don't go," said Owen.
"Why not?"
He didn't answer. He said slowly after a minute or two,
"After all - I dare say you're right.
Lymstock isn't healthy just now.
It might - it might harm you or - or your sister."
"Nothing harms Joanna," I said.
"She's tough.
I'm the weakly one.
Somehow this business makes me sick."
"It makes me sick," said Owen.
I pushed the door of the house agents' place half open.
"But I shan't go," I said.
"Vulgar curiosity is stronger than pulsilanimity.
I want to know the solution."
I went in.
A woman who was typing got up and came toward me.
She had frizzy hair and simpered, but I found her more intelligent than the spectacled youth who had previously held sway in the outer office.
A minute or two later something familiar about her penetrated through to my consciousness.
It was Miss Ginch, lately Symmington's lady clerk.
I commented on the fact.
"You used to be with Galbraith, Galbraith, and Symmington, weren't you?" I said.
"Yes. Yes, indeed. But I thought it was better to leave.
This is quite a good post, though not quite so well paid.
But there are things that are more valuable than money, don't you think so?"
"Undoubtedly."
"Those awful letters," breathed Miss Ginch in a sibilant whisper.
"I got a dreadful one.
About me and Mr. Symmington - oh, terrible it was, saying the most awful things!
I knew my duty and I took it to the police, though of course it wasn't exactly pleasant for me, was it?"
"No, no, most unpleasant."
"But they thanked me and said I had done quite right.
But I felt that, after that, if people were talking - and evidently they must have been, or where did the writer get the idea from? - then I must avoid even the appearance of evil, though there has never been anything at all wrong between me and Mr. Symmington."
I felt rather embarrassed.
"No, no, of course not."
"But people have such evil minds.
Yes, alas, such evil minds!"
Nervously trying to avoid it, I nevertheless met her eye, and I made a most unpleasant discovery.
Miss Ginch was thoroughly enjoying herself.
Already once today I had come across someone who reacted pleasurably to anonymous letters.