Jack bowed low.
"I'll expose you in the newspapers!" she threatened
"Go ahead! You may be sure I know exactly what I'm doing."
His coolness made her pause. She stared at him stormily for a moment "Maybe it's not true!" she said. "Maybe you gave out the story yourself to put me off."
Jack smiled.
"I'll see!" she cried. She darted into the adjoining room, Bobo's bedroom.
Jack let her go. There was nothing in any of the rooms that it mattered if she saw. He heard her opening and slamming the doors, and sat down to his interrupted breakfast. He could see that his cool airs maddened her, and there was a kind of breathless fun in it. He was less cool than he appeared. His heart hammered on his ribs.
She came running back angrier if possible than before. Jack affected to be very much absorbed in an item in the newspaper, which he relinquished with manifest reluctance to rise at her entrance.
"Well, did you find his corpse?"
Miriam's only reply was an inarticulate sound of rage. It was some moments before she could command herself sufficiently to speak.