He stood grinning fixedly. Then he broke into a short laugh.
“Good for her!” he exclaimed cryptically.
And then he laughed aloud once more, evidently feeling he had won a big move in his contest with his wife.
“What about the other woman?” I asked.
“Who?”
“Elise.”
“Oh”—he shifted uneasily—“she was all right———”
“You'll be getting back to her,” I said.
He looked at me. Then he made a grimace with his mouth.
“Not me,” he said. “Back your life it's a plant.”