“Certainly! You know I went yesterday afternoon to call on Ruth Tracy, and while I was there this person came in.”
“What person? Who?” asked Westgate.
“Why, that socialist widow.”
“Mrs. Bradley?”
“Yes; and she said some impertinent things and I got up and left.”
“And what happened then?” asked Westgate, tipping back in his office chair, putting his thumbs into the armholes of his vest, and trying hard to look serious.
“Well, it wasn’t twenty minutes later that I was going up-town, and just as my car turned into Grove Street I saw this person, not three feet away from me, walking in a most clinging and confidential way with Stephen Lamar, the socialist and anarchist and atheist.”
“But,” inquired Westgate, “where does Barry get into the plot?”
“He doesn’t get into it directly,” replied Miss Chichester; “but it concerns him seriously. I want him to know what kind of a person this is he’s been running after.”
Then Barry spoke up.