“I hate that word!” interpolated Teddie.
“Well—er—this incident. Now, had you forbidden this man Uhlan entry, warned him away, and all that sort of thing?”
“No, he was coming there three times a week, to give me lessons,” explained Teddie.
“For which he was being duly paid?”
“No, nothing was ever said about his being paid,” she acknowledged. And Gerry’s increase of gravity didn’t altogether add to her happiness.
“And the day he got his thumping—why did he come to your studio on that occasion?”
For the second time Teddie hesitated. Life, after all, wasn’t so simple as she had once imagined it.
“He came to make love to me,” she finally admitted, not meeting Gerry’s eyes. “And I had Gunboat Dorgan there to give him what he deserved.”
Gerry wagged his head. He did so with what impressed Teddie as quite unnecessary solemnity.
“Now, about this man Dorgan: He knew exactly why he was doing what he did?”