“Then why did you not put a stop to it?” asked Cook.
“Aimee assured me I had no cause to be jealous.”
“Well,” said Cook, “I never thought Dick Kidd would run off with another’s wife. He certainly isn’t very beautiful.”
“He succeeded in making himself loved by that foolish woman.”
“Jacquet, old man,” said Enoch flippantly, “I feel sorry for you.”
“Where is this man?”
“I don’t know.”
“You should know.”
“Why should I?”
“He is your friend.”