‘I know just as little about her as I care.’
‘You care a good deal more than you’ll confess. I wouldn’t be up to women’s tricks, if I were you.’
She revolted.
‘After all, I suppose I am a woman?’
‘Well, I suppose so.’ Crewe grinned good-naturedly. ‘But that isn’t in the terms of our partnership, you remember. You can be a reasonable fellow enough, when you like. Just tell me the truth. What do you know about Nancy Lord?’ Beatrice assumed an air of mystery.
‘I’ll tell you that, if you tell me what it is you want of her. Is it her money?’
‘Her money be damned!’
‘It’s herself, then.’
‘And what if it is? What have you to say to it?’
Her eyes fell, and she muttered ‘Nothing.’