“I have heard him say that he is.”
“You are frequently in his company?”
“As often as my business with him requires it.”
“Is it not a fact that this Stephen Lamar is your accepted lover?”
She shot at him a look blazing with indignation.
“You have no right,” she said, “to ask me that question, and I shall not answer it.”
Westgate paid no heed to her refusal. With forefinger pointed at her to emphasize his demand, he went on:
“Two weeks ago you made an afternoon call at this house?”
“I had that pleasure.”