"And Lockwood, how does he feel about it?" I finally asked.
"The way any man'd feel!" The acidulated smile that wrinkled his face was significant. "He's having me shadowed!"
"But he does nothing!"
"He keeps giving me more time."
"Well, doesn't that imply he still somehow believes in you?"
"He doesn't believe in me," was the slow response.
"Then why doesn't he do something? Why doesn't he act?"
There was a moment's silence. "Because he promised his daughter to give me another week."
Still again I experienced that odd tightening of the nerves. And I had to take a grip on myself, before I could continue.
"You mean Mary Lockwood personally interested herself in your case?"