“And first I’ll tell ye that John Desna ken o’ this.”
“Go on.” He was annoyed at the interruption, for he had much to think of before he slept that night, and he was returning to London by the early morning train. Also he was tormented by a craving for something to drink.
“’Tis about the Zeniths,” she proceeded.
“None of your business, I should say, Miss Corrie.”
“I say different. But I only want ye to satisfy me that ye are dealing fair with my brother—”
“How dare you insinuate—”
“No need for temper,” she went on steadily. “John maybe wouldna like to ask ye himself, but I’m going to put a straight question, for it’s been on my mind for a while now—”
“I will! Have ye or have ye not parted wi’ any o’ the shares?”
His indignation was well assumed. “If you were a man—” he began.