"In what way?" demanded the girl.
"I gave him my address, and he saw it was yours, too. He asked if I lived in the same place."
"Was that all?"
"He wanted to know how you was getting on. I let him know you needed work, but I didn't tip my hand you was flat broke. He said something about you being a damned fool."
Laura looked up in surprise.
"How?" she demanded.
Weston twirled his hat round nervously, and remained silent.
"How?" she demanded again.
Thus encouraged, he proceeded:
"Well, Johnny Ensworth—you know he used to do the fights on the Evening Screamer; now he's press agent for Burgess; nice fellow and way on the inside—and he told me where you were in wrong."