"Mews, you're playing with fire. I'm not sure I can go along with this charade. I'm ill at ease with this plan, my dear friend," Quigley said nervously sipping at his coffee.
"It's really quite simple Quigs. I'm sorry if I'm putting you out, but really, this is the best plan. If Mrs Snodgrass thinks that you and I are on the outs based on her conversation with me then I have a way in with her. She is much too clever to divulge any information at face value. And I know she knows something about the nasty notes Quigley."
"And why is that Mews?"
"It's a hunch, Quigs. But my intuition has never let me down just yet."