“So you’ve heard all about that day at the post-office?” she said in a low voice.
“Yes.”
“Terrible!”
“But not unexpected.”
“Why not unexpected?”
“Well,” he replied, lowering his voice, and leaning nearer to Marion, “I’m afraid Huntington was looking for it.”
“You mean––he deserved it?”
“I won’t say that. You see––I’m neutral, like Thompson. I like Huntington, and I like Haig. I look at this fight without prejudice, even though I’ve a reason to be prejudiced.”
“In favor of––?”