McVay looked up. “Oh,” he said, “I wasn’t speaking of the trip. I meant about me. What did she say?”
“She did not say anything. She went to sleep.”
“She did not say anything when you told her I was booked for the penitentiary?”
“Oh,” said Geoffrey, and there was a slight pause. Then he added: “Why should I tell her what she must know.”
“I tell you she knows nothing about my—profession.”
“Your profession!”
“Hasn’t a notion of it.”
“What, with my sister’s coat on her back, and the Innes’ bag in her hand?”
“No!” McVay drew a step nearer. “You see I told her that I had found a second-hand store where I could get things for nothing.” He chuckled, and Geoffrey withdrew with a look of repulsion that evidently disappointed the other.
“That was a good idea, wasn’t it?” he asked with a faint appeal in his voice. “She thought it was likely, anyhow.”