Eddie didn’t even look at her.
"I’m sick of this!" he cried. "Sick of being made a fool of like this. It’s always the way in this house; every hand’s against me. Nothing but deceit and trickery!"
"Eddie!" said Polly firmly. "You forget yourself!"
The poor chap, recalled by her tone to his standard of propriety—the very fount of his exploitation—became a little quieter.
"No," he said, "I don’t. Where did he go?"
"To New York," said Mrs. Russell. "He had a bag with him. Courtland drove him in."
Eddie turned suddenly upon Courtland.
"Why didn’t you tell me he wasn’t there?" he demanded.
"How did I know he hadn’t come back?" retorted Courtland, smartly.
"Where did you leave him?"