"I had him put out of the house," she said. "Yes, and I helped! I had him thrown out by servants. Do you know what he did?"
Bill experienced a sudden shrinking of the skin at his throat and down the sides of his neck.
"He met my friend—Miss Wayne—and——" Mary beat a clenched fist into her palm. "Because she spoke pleasantly to him he—he seized her! And he kissed her! And—now do you see what you've done?"
"I'm sorry," said Bill, in a stumbling whisper.
"Sorry!" Mary's face was aflame. "Sorry! But never mind that now. She has fainted. She was just recovering from an illness. It will probably kill her. Do you understand? I'll have to send for an ambulance. I'll——"
Bill led the way at a run and reached the second floor.
"Where is she?" he demanded.
"You mean the sick lady?" asked the up-stairs maid. "Peter has taken her home, sir. He asked me to tell you that he would use your car."
"Better, was she?"
"A little hysterical, sir; but she could walk."