Billy looked at the Englishman and nodded coldly.
"No, you don't need to," he agreed.
Mr. Morton preserved a calm exterior. He contented himself with returning the bow.
"Now explain yourself!" ordered Mr. Davidson peremptorily. "When did you quit New York?
"Haven't been there, Uncle Henry."
"You haven't been at work—at all?
"Not at the banking-game."
"But how the—"
"Somebody lend me a cigarette," said Billy. "Thanks. I see I've got to tell all."
He cast a swift, malicious glance at Rosalind.