“No,” said her husband firmly.
“No,” said Mr. Doyle firmly.
Cynthia looked at George.
“No,” said George weakly.
“We don’t even know where he is,” pointed out Guy.
“What’s his address?” Cynthia demanded of Mr. Doyle.
“I don’t know,” replied that gentleman promptly.
“Liar!”
“Exactly!”
Cynthia set her lips in a thin line. “Very well,” she said, just breaking the line to let the words through. “Very well.”