Mrs. Locke had gone below and left them staring at one another.
“I haven’t the smallest recollection of the woman.”
She clutched at hope. “You couldn’t have been the one.”
“She doesn’t seem to have much doubt about it.”
“But you didn’t—I’m sure you didn’t.”
“I certainly did push my way about in that crowd.”
“So did everybody.”
“I’m afraid it stands to reason a man does that kind of thing more effectually than a woman. Your Mrs. What’s-her-name may be right.”
“Oh, Louis!”