She deliberated a moment.
"Excellent. I shall see her at once. Together we will manage it. You are to leave things to me. I'm not without influence here in New York, Mr. Markham. We shall see. All I ask is that you avoid seeing Olga or taking the matter into your own hands. That would only make a noise—an unpleasant noise. Will you promise me?"
He was silent. She examined him curiously.
"You think you know who told this story?" she asked.
"Yes."
"You think it was not Olga?"
"Yes. She gave me her word she would say nothing. I believed her."
"Was it—" she paused.
"The man we met upon the road in Normandy was Monsieur de Folligny,
Mrs. Hammond."
"Oh! I see." She fingered the sugar tongs a moment. "And you want to question him?" she asked then.