“Then, judging by the little I saw of him, I should consider it most unlikely that he has made any allusion to the matter. The next cheque was more surprising; I mean the one you gave his father.”
“They were both loans.”
“Have you any expectation of getting the money back?”
“What has that to do with you?”
Carroll spread out his hands. “Only this—I think you need looking after. We can’t stay here indefinitely. Hadn’t you better get back to Vancouver before your English friends ruin you?”
“I’ll go in three or four weeks, not before.”
Carroll sat silent a minute or two; and then he looked his companion squarely in the face.
“Is it your intention to marry Evelyn Chisholm?”
“I don’t know what has put that into your mind.”
“I should be astonished if it hadn’t suggested itself to her family,” Carroll retorted.