"You should have gone to the Lamartine studios and made inquiries," she said suddenly. "Then you 'd have known all about it--far more than I wrote and told you!"
"I have no right to make inquiries about Val, Haidee. She is not my wife and I have no claim whatever over----"
"Not your wife?"
"No. Has she never told you? Her husband whom she thought dead came back. You must never speak of this to any one."
"Of course not. But how funny, Garry!"
"Very funny," he said grimly. "That is, of course, who was staying with her at the studios, with a perfect right to do so. Only"--his face took a harder expression--"she can't go on having Bran too."
"But why not, Garry? She hasn't got the man--her husband--staying at Cannes with her. She 's told me heaps of times she and Bran are there alone. Rupert wrote and told me too."
"That is understood," said Westenra coldly. "Or I should n't let you go to her, even for a few days."
"Where are you going?"
"To a hotel, of course. I 've arranged for a room at the Metropole."