“I don’t care about that,” said Roger savagely. “He told her some tale, of course. Rosemary’s very trusting.”
“I suppose he put her arms round his neck.”
“She was struggling,” screamed Roger. “You saw for yourself the car was all over the road.”
“She was making a meal of it,” said Virginia, shuddering. “Ugh! Don’t think I’m defending Derry,” she added suddenly, “because I’m not. But I know how he felt.” Roger started. “When you’re pursued and badgered by someone who says they’re dying for love of you, it’s very awkward to keep on putting them off—especially if you know them pretty well. One doesn’t want to hurt their feelings, and one doesn’t want a scene, and so for the sake of peace——”
“I can’t bear it,” said Roger thickly. “I don’t say I’m blameless, but——”
“I wonder,” said Virginia relentlessly, fingering a note in her bag, “I wonder if she has written to him.”
Here was treason, unconscionable, barefaced.
Captain Chase could hardly credit his ears.
After a frightful moment—
“I wonder if he’s ever rung her up,” he said brokenly.