Flora turned sharply on him. "Who told you that?"
"The judge. He picked him up at the club."
"Well," she kept it up, "some one had to introduce him there."
Harry smiled. "You wouldn't care to bow to some of those club members."
"Harry, do you know how you sound to me?" She was trembling at the daring of what she was going to say. "You talk as if you knew something against him."
Her statement seemed to bring him up short. "No, no, I don't," he said hastily.
She made a little gesture of despair. How was she to count on Harry if he was going to behave like this? How trust him when he was shuffling so?
She made one more bold stroke to make him speak out.
"Harry, you do know something about him! I know you have seen him before."
"Why, yes, I've seen him before. But that's got nothing to do with it."