Joy stared at me. "Oh, that implies, too, considerable intimacy, doesn't it? Much more than I have with him, at least."
"It certainly does," I replied.
She caught the inflection I put into the remark. "Do you mean—?" She stopped suddenly.
"I mean that he is not above suspicion; that we should watch him."
"I'll never let him come down here again," she cried. "I'll dismiss him!"
"We must go slow," I said. "We must be surer, first; and, besides, you forget that Edna likes him."
A look of pain came to her face. "She likes him?" she repeated.
"He cajoles her. She flirts with him, perhaps. At any rate, I doubt if she'll refuse him admittance."
She rose and began to walk up and down the gravel walk. "What shall we do? What shall we do?" she exclaimed, extending her hands toward me. "Why, he is dangerous! Chester, I'm positively afraid, now. It's too horrible. It's getting worse every day!"
"Tell me," I said, "why have you been telephoning to him every day or so, Joy? You never used to, Leah says."