Ms. Madison could only look at the urbane figure of the Disturber, her mouth dry, head spinning. It seemed too incredible to believe - Monty Bristow knowing the identity of the Green Man! Why, she didn't know that!
"You..." she tried to speak, only to have the words die in her mouth.
"I do," Bistow chuckled. "Does that surprise you, Lynette Madison?"
"Yes," the blonde nodded, trembling slightly.
"Why this is thrilling!" Lady Sylvia laughed excitedly, clapping her hands. "The identity of the Green Man. And I always thought the police made him up to explain crimes they couldn't solve!"
Ms. Madison wished she could silence the bubbly brunette, as the Disturber smiled mockingly across the room.
"And don't pretend you don't know," the Disturber laughed. "Unless you're even dumber than I thought. After all, you are waiting for him, aren't you?"
"You mean to tell us that the Green Man my brother?" Lady Sylvia's eyes widened.
"No." The Disturber rose to his feet. "The Green Man is Michael Rake."