"Quigley. Quigley, were you even listening to my summarization of suspects?"
"What? Oh, yes, I'm afraid I'm a little tired Mews. I was up all night consoling Millicent. You see I broke things off with her and she didn't take it well."
"I see," Mews said looking on. "Perhaps she is not accustomed to being on the losing side of a break-up."
"Well, the old girl was heartbroken-I'm heartbroken. It was really quite tragic Mews. But our love is not meant to be. I just know in my heart of hearts she will fly away from me someday-off to her next adventure. Love, Mews, it's the hardest work in the world sometimes. But I'm afraid I'm being unprofessional-I shall try and focus on the issue at hand-you seem to think that the blackmailer is politically motivated, no?"
"Yes," Mews said happy that Quigley was changing the subject. "It does seem that way-yet it's much too early to rule anything out."
"Really, Mews, is there anyone in town who wouldn't enjoy blackmailing Regis McBain-even just a little?" Quigley asked.
"It would seem so. But I feel that the blackmailer is someone close to him-or at least within his inner circle."
"Why look abroad when the answer is at the tip of one's nose?"
"That's right Quigley. I'm glad to see that you're thinking clearly again," Mews said with a grin.