"You seem to know a great deal about Jerry," I said at last. "Who has told you?"
"My eyes are tolerably good, Mr. Canby, my ears excellent."
I would have questioned further, but Jerry and the Van Wyck girl at this moment came out on the terrace. Jerry was laughing.
"Caught in the act," he cried, as they came down to join us. "There's hope for you yet, Roger."
Marcia came and thrust her arm through Miss Gore's. "Isn't it wonderful to be the first woman in the Garden of Paradise?"
Miss Gore nodded carelessly.
The girl was so radiant in her air of possession that I couldn't help speaking.
"But you're not," I said.
Marcia's narrow eyes regarded me coolly and then looked at Jerry inquiringly, and when she spoke her voice was almost too sweet.
"Please don't rob us of our poor little halos, Mr. Canby," she said. "Do you mean that there have been other women, girls—in here before?"