"I have not the slightest idea," replied Al.
By this time Farley had permitted him to rise to his feet, but still kept between him and the door.
"I mean Gladys—as you know," said the drink-maddened man; "Gladys, for whom I would give my very life."
"Miss March?"
It was with genuine surprise that Al asked this question.
"Yes."
"You think that I am in a conspiracy to separate you from her?"
"I know it."
"You are entirely mistaken. I know nothing at all about Miss March's affairs; in fact, I have never even spoken to her."
"It is a lie. But come, I have no more time to waste. This job must be done."