“Perhaps.”
“I’m sleeping outside, Mary-Clare.” Larry rose lazily. “I just dropped in to––to call.” He laughed unpleasantly.
“I’m sorry, Larry, that you feel as you do.”
“Like hell you are!” The words were barely audible. “I’m going to give you a free hand, Mary-Clare, but I’m going to let folks see your game. That’s square enough.”
“All right, Larry.” Mary-Clare’s eyes flickered. Then: “Why did you take those letters?”
Larry looked blankly at her.
“I haven’t taken any letters. What you hoaxing up?” He waited a moment but when Mary-Clare made no reply he stalked from the house angrily and into the night.