"You know nothing about it," she laughed. "I have been taking lessons since then."
"Tell that to someone who does not understand the difficulty of learning this game," I responded. "Your father for instance. Unless you confess the truth, I shall tell him that you deliberately lured him into a trap by which you won that touring car."
"Tell him; I dare you!" she challenged me. "If he believes it he will think it a huge joke."
"And you told me that you once made a nine-hole course in Paris in ninety-one," I accused her.
"I did," she laughed. "It was in a competition with one club—a putter."
"Was that when you won the gold cup?"
She shook her head.
"What score did you make when you won that gold cup in Paris?" I asked.
"The witness declines to answer," she defiantly replied.
"You are guilty of contempt of court. Tell me, Miss Harding, why you played so atrociously that day?"