He turned to Beatrix.
"Otto? What about him, Miss Dane?"
"Only good. Miss Gannion was speaking to me about him, last night."
"You know Miss Gannion?"
"Who doesn't?"
He laughed silently from between his close-shut teeth.
"That can be interpreted in two senses."
"Not if you know Miss Gannion. She is of the salt of the earth."
"I am glad to hear you say so. She is the one person in the city to whom I brought an introduction. She was out when I called, so I am still a good deal at sea in regard to her."
A direct question would have been unpardonable; but Beatrix could see no offence in the note of interrogation in his voice.