“I have suffered, Duke, and always shall. I won’t gainsay you—but this hurts me perhaps only one degree less than it does you. Why put the worst construction on it?”
He gave another cruel laugh.
“Let’s have your theory of her vanishing without a word to me,” he said.
“At least you can’t be certain that it—it was my brother.”
“How perspicacious of you! You don’t think so yourself, do you? Or that I should have meekly accepted that woman’s statement without some inquiry as to the appearance of the interesting stranger?”
He dropped his cruelly bantering manner for one hard as iron and ferocious.
“Let’s stop this double-faced foolery. I want his address of you.”
“I haven’t got it, you know.”
“You can’t guess at it?”
“Not possibly. What would you do if you had it?”