“I am associated with Cutter. I see him every day. I am constantly in his home, a bachelor apartment, and I positively know that his wife has never been in the place,” Shippen replied.
“But I tell you she left here soon after Cutter did, and she did not return until about two months ago,” Arnold insisted, round-eyed with amazement.
Shippen closed his lips grimly, implying that these were the lips of a gentlemen. A woman scorned may be dangerous, but a man defeated can be meanly revengeful. Shippen was reacting, after the manner of his kind, from the disgust he now felt toward this innocent woman.
No, he answered in reply to Arnold’s next question, there had been no divorce yet, though he had reason to believe Cutter would be glad to get one.
“Cutter!” Arnold exclaimed.
Shippen nodded; then after a pause he added: “My impression is that Mrs. Cutter will not be the one to bring the suit, if it is ever brought.”
“But he—man, do you know what you are saying about that woman?” Arnold exclaimed.
“I am saying nothing about her. I have seen something of her. I paid her a visit this afternoon, in fact; but—”
“You know her?”
“Since 1914,” he nodded.