“And he threatened to kill his rival because of—what, exactly?”
“Well, as I said just now, he’d got it into his head that Guy had said things about him to me, and that his chances with me had been destroyed by that.”
“Then I take it that Harborough, at that period, had asked you to marry him?”
Mrs. Tretheroe arched her eyebrows in a glance of surprise.
“Lots of times!” she answered. “He was always asking me to marry him.”
“And—did you give him any decided answer?”
“I don’t know about decided answer. At one time—perhaps I would: then I used to think that I wouldn’t. No—I don’t think I ever said I would or I wouldn’t, definitely.”
“And all this time, I suppose, Guy Markenmore was in the running, also.”
“Yes.”
“Was he asking you to marry him, too?”