“I know it! Not for money. For friendship, yes! That's why—you understand now, don't you?” He looked so earnestly at young Wolfe that Frank absolved him of wrong-doing.
“No, I don't!” said the young man.
“Did you ever know Randolph Deering, who used to be president of the VanTwiller Trust Company?”
“Do you mean Mrs. Welles's father?”
“Yes.”
“I don't recall speaking to him more than to say 'How do you do?' I don't remember when or how I met him.”
“Do you know Mrs. Deering, Mrs. Welles's mother?”
“No.”
“Do you know anybody who does?”
“I suppose I do.”