"I will when I get ready."
"You refuse?"
"Oh, no. But I'm not compelled to answer, understand that, Mr. Aaron Woodward. I'll answer because I choose to do so."
"Never mind," he snapped. "Where have you been?"
"To Chicago—as you know—and to Brooklyn."
"To Brooklyn!" he cried, growing pale.
"Yes, sir, to see Mrs. Agatha Mitts."
"And did you see her?" he faltered.
"Yes, sir."
"And she&—" he began.