"I can't help you."
"You know him?" Ralston's gaze penetrated her feathers.
"Yes. But I don't know where he is—and what is more, I don't care. He's a cad."
"Well, let it go at that. But I've got to find him. How long is it since you've seen him?"
"Three weeks."
"What was he up to?"
"Oh, the usual business. He's badly in. Let him go; he's not worth your while."
"I didn't say he was. But he must be turned up. Was he drinking?"
"Yes!"
"Ah!" Ralston scowled.