But Mr. Benson was not so susceptible as some younger men, and, moreover, he was experienced in the ways of witnesses.
“I am sorry to be so personal, Miss Burt,” he said firmly; “but I fear it is necessary for us to learn the purport of your talk with Mr. Carleton at that time.”
Dorothy Burt looked straight at Schuyler Carleton.
Neither gave what might be called a gesture, and yet a message and a response flashed between the two.
Rob Fessenden, watching intently, translated it to mean a simple negative on Schuyler’s part, but the question in the girl’s eyes he could not read.
Carleton’s “No,” however, was as plain as if spoken, and, apparently comprehending, Miss Burt went evenly on.
“We talked,” she said, “on such subjects as might be expected on the eve of a man’s wedding-day. We discussed the probability of pleasant weather, mention was made of Miss Van Norman and her magnificent personality. The loneliness of Mrs. Carleton after her son’s departure was touched upon, and, while I cannot remember definitely, I think our whole talk was on those or kindred topics.”
“Why did you so hesitate a moment ago, when I asked you to tell this?”
Dorothy opened her lovely eyes in surprise.
“Hesitate! Why, I didn’t. Why should I?”