One morning at breakfast, when I remarked as I commonly did that I would be out for dinner that night,
"Where are you going?" she asked abruptly.
"To Eleanore Dillon's," I replied. Our eyes met squarely for a moment.
"Do you know what it means to go there so often, almost every night?" she asked.
"I do," I answered bluntly. I would finish this meddling once and for all. But Sue did not look finished.
"You'd better stay home to-night, Billy," she said.
"Why?"
"Joe Kramer is coming."
"What?"
"He telephoned me late last night. He's just come from Colorado and he sails to-morrow for England. He's awfully anxious to see you."