Sangster heard of Cynthia Farrow's death late that night.
He was walking up Fleet Street when he ran into a man he knew-a man whom Jimmy knew also; he stopped and caught him by his buttonhole.
"I say, have you heard-awful thing, isn't it?"
Sangster stared.
"Heard! Heard what?"
"About Cynthia Farrow. Had a frightful accident-in Mortla