“Forsyth,” said Giles, “be human. D’you mean to say I’ve got to sit still and watch my wife push off with another man?”
“When you came here,” said the lawyer, “seeking a deed of separation, I warned you both that you were playing with fire. You thanked me handsomely—and then deliberately instructed me to sow the wind.” He shrugged his shoulders. “And now I must see this fellow. You sit here and smoke. I shan’t be long.”
He left the room swiftly.
As he passed into Maple’s room, Katharine rose at him.
“Mr. Forsyth, I’ve bought it. Giles has found somebody else. I never dreamed it was serious, but I got his letter this morning.”
She thrust the mischievous document into his hand.
Forsyth read it carefully.
Ere he could open his mouth—
“He wrote that last night,” said Katharine. “That means he’s got off with Madrigal Chicele. And——”
“He doesn’t say so,” said Forsyth, turning the letter about.