"So, Mews, have you heard from Snodgrass yet? I thought I saw her peering at me from her window while I was collecting some seeds from the courtyard. It was rather unnerving."
"Oh, yes about that," Mews said as he walked into the kitchen.
"So you have heard from her?" Quigley was shouting from his chair. "What did she say? Are you having dinner?"
"Not exactly Quigs," Mews said standing over the sink. "You see, I had to withdraw my invitation."
"What? What on earth are you talking about? What did she say?"
"Well," Mews said taking a deep breath. "She said that she would have dinner with me as long as you weren't there." At this Quigley choked on his tea and snorted.
"Indeed. And let me guess-you rejected her out of principle."
"Of course, what else could I have done?"
"I applaud you Mews, but have you forgotten the plan to investigate Snodgrass? She is still the number one suspect in the anti-Horst campaign. Did you hear that another letter has appeared? Oh dear, I'm afraid we may have lost our chance to interview her."
"Yes, I considered all of this Quigley. But take heart. I have a feeling we'll be hearing from her again. She isn't one to quietly retreat in silence."
"Well, I hope you're right Mews. I hope you're right."