"But you kept it up for a while."
"Not after—after I heard."
"Heard about Rosie?"
He made an inarticulate sound of assent.
"What did you hear?"
"I heard—what she did."
"How? Who told you?"
"That chump Billy Cheever. Wrote me."
"How did he know it had anything to do with you?"
"Oh, I was fool enough to tell him about her once—and so he caught on to it. Put two and two together, I suppose, when he heard that—that—"