"Well, I stay out myself sometimes, Mrs. Johnson."
"Yes," she said, "but I know where you are, and besides, you have never been out later than eleven o'clock. Why, one morning it was one o'clock when he got home, and you see tonight, it is already past eleven."
"Well, I think you'll find it's all right," said Barry, soothingly.
"But I must know that it's right," she persisted. "Won't you help me?"
"I'd be glad to do anything I could for you."
"Well, you can help if you want to."
"How?"
"By finding out where Joe Hart has been spending his nights."
Barry raised his hand in protest.
"Oh, Mrs. Johnson, I couldn't do anything like that."