"It was Piquette Morin who took him back to her apartment in the Boulevard Clichy and kept him there until he recovered."
"I know that too. Go on——"
"But ye didn't know that Piquette Morin was a woman without a shred of conscience or morals, a woman of the streets, who glories in her infidelities to the Duc de Vautrin, whose mistress she is——"
"I care nothing for that," stammered Moira.
"Ye may not care, since Jim Horton has lied about that too, but ye will care about the relations that exist between the two of them."
"I won't listen," said Moira, making for the door. But he barred her way.
"Oh, yes, ye'll listen, Moira dear, and I'll be giving ye all the proofs ye need before I'm through."
"Proofs! I dare you."
"All in good time. If ye'll be patient. Where do ye think I went from Pochard's? To the Boulevard Clichy, where yer precious friend had returned to the arms of Madame Morin——"
She waved a hand in protest.