He had a moment’s embarrassed hesitation. “It was understood, wasn’t it, that my grandmother was to be the first to know?”
“Well—and so she has been, hasn’t she, since you’ve told her?”
He turned back to his restless shifting of the knick-knacks.
“And you’re sure that nothing you’ve said to Darrow could possibly have given him a hint——?”
“Nothing I’ve said to him—certainly.”
He swung about on her. “Why do you put it in that way?”
“In what way?”
“Why—as if you thought some one else might have spoken...”
“Some one else? Who else?” She rose to her feet. “What on earth, my dear boy, can you be driving at?”
“I’m trying to find out whether you think he knows anything definite.”