“That’s her name, yes.”
“Lamar is in love with her, isn’t he?”
“I don’t know, Phil, but I shouldn’t be a bit surprised if he was. I’m in love with her myself.”
Westgate turned to the board.
“Gentlemen,” he said, “I think I can solve the mystery.”
But before he had an opportunity to explain, Richard Malleson swung around in his office chair and confronted his son. His face was scarlet, and his eyes shot fire.
“How dare you,” he exclaimed, “in a company of gentlemen, boast openly of your disgraceful relation with this notorious woman! I’ll not permit it!”
Barry’s eyes opened wide with surprise. He was not angry. Nothing ever angered him. But he appeared to be deeply grieved.
“Why, father,” he began, “Mrs. Bradley is a genuinely good woman——”