"What does your wife think about it?"
He shrugged.
"You won't like what I'm going to say," she flung out, defiantly. "But that night when I saw your wife I knew."
"Knew what?"
"That she wasn't playing fair…" Her face was lighted with a primitive malevolence. "She isn't straight!"
He tried to pull himself up in prideful refutation, but the effort failed. He was turning away defeated when a knock sounded on the door. Watson entered. Ginger drew herself flatly against the wall. The attorney gave a significant glance in her direction as he said to Starratt:
"Your wife is waiting in the hall … just around the corner. I thought it best to …"
Ginger came forward quickly. "Good-by!" she said, hurriedly.
He put out a hand to her. She moved a little nearer and, suddenly, quite suddenly, she kissed him. He drew back a little, and presently she was gone…
He looked up to find Helen standing before him. She was a little pale and her lips more scarlet than ever, and her thick, black eyebrows sharply defined. He had never seen her look so disagreeably handsome.