"What?" he said again.
Belinda nodded.
"Just that ... a chair ... scraped, you know, as if some one had brushed against it ... in a hurry."
Loring had his lip between his teeth. His eyes looked black as when he had been drinking heavily.
"You think ... it was ... Sophy?" he said at last.
"Yes," said Belinda.
"Great God!" groaned Loring.
Belinda's face changed. She took down her arms, and bent forward.
"Look here, Morry," said she in a low, concentrated voice. "You've got to play square with me."
Loring gave her a decidedly unloverlike glare.