“How do you dare to talk to Kate's mother like that?”
“I am not talking to Kate's mother, I tell you! I'm talking to a woman who has put me into a hell on earth. I'm talking to you, Mrs. Kilgour, and you don't know the whole story yet.”
“All my life it has been the same—only trouble and sorrow and to be misunderstood.” She began to sob.
“Is there anything in that novel about ringing in an iceman to break up a marriage? I say it was all a conspiracy. You didn't intend to be square. You intended to rig a scheme so that you could duck out from under. You have always done that, Mrs. Kilgour.”
“I had nothing to do with that man coming in.”
“Don't try to fool me any more. You told me to come, didn't you? You must have told some yarn to your daughter to have her come.”
“I did—it was all—”
“And then you told that plug-ugly to come in, too, and break it up so as to queer me. Why did I ever fall for such lunacy? If I hadn't been desperate I would never have let you drag me into such a devilish scheme. But now you have got to do your part to square me. It's going to be straight talk from now on, Mrs. Kilgour. There must be a settlement between us.”
She looked away from him. She was plainly searching her soul for excuses to postpone that settlement.
“That person who came in, Dicky! I swear I did not arrange any such thing. He is only an iceman. I don't know the man. It was some accident. If the matter hadn't been interrupted! It was going along all right.”