"I'm sure it was very fortunate you were there," said Mary. "You seemed to understand exactly what to do."
But Pete declined to be further disconcerted. He was able to look at her without flinching this time.
"Just one more question," added Mary. "Is this Mr. Whaley whom I saw at court a particularly close friend of Mr. Marshall's?"
Pete drew a deep breath and launched upon another speech.
"It seems, miss, as nearly as I can learn, that for quite a long time the Whaley person has been known to Mr. William. I frequently took occasion——"
Mary interrupted him with a gesture.
"Never mind," she said. "I understand. You labored with him on that matter, also. I have no doubt that you prayed with him and preached at him. I am sure you did everything in your power. I won't embarrass you by asking for the details. Some day I feel certain your efforts to exert a good influence over Mr. Marshall will have better success."
"Thank you, miss," and Pete bowed.
"But meantime——" And as Mary leaned forward her knuckles were tapping firmly on the arm of the chair. "Meantime, if I may make a suggestion, it would be an excellent plan for you to remain away from prize-fights."
"Yes, miss."