“I like ‘Diana’ better,” she said. “That young dame is surely no miss. She’s either been married or she’s studied first-hand. If I hadn’t come!” She jerked up her head derisively.
“Why did you?” he asked. Even now he half believed the story she had told. Illusions die hard, but she was mercifully sudden.
“Because my man double-crossed me,” she said coolly.
Gordon could not believe the evidence of his ears.
“Your man? Your husband, you mean?”
She flung away the cigarette, stood up and stretched her hands about her head.
“My husband is the straightest thing that ever happened,” she answered. “I’m talking of Dan—Double Dan, you call him!”
The tick-tick of the kitchen clock filled the interval.
“You’re working—with—Double—Dan?” he breathed. Even now he could not believe her.
She smiled pityingly.