The Deuce of a Mess

Evie's had a row without her dingle-thore, and she's off. She won't forget or forgive in a hurry. I'm going to warn you, whether you like it or not. That man would as soon murder you in your bed as luck at you. He's a bad lot. You can say what you like to me, but remember what I've told you. What did he say? Alfred made an extremely expressive grimace. Darling Alfred, dearest Alfred, wicked columnnies, wicked lies,. wicked woman, to accuse her dear husband. The sooner I left her house, the better. So I'm off. But now, now, this