“I know why you keep it dark.”
He looked at her sharply.
“Why do I keep it dark?” he asked, fixing his eyes on her.
“Because you’re married already.”
He looked at her for a moment, and then burst into such a peal of laughter that the girl knew her shot was wide of the mark.
“You’re a weird person,” he said, getting up. “I’m going out to see an old friend of ours.”
“Of ours?” she asked suspiciously.
“Brigot is the gentleman’s name.”
“He won’t see you,” she said decidedly.
“Oh, won’t he?” said the grim man. “I rather think he will.”