“I beg your pardon?” I replied. “Either my head is still somewhat confused or I do not understand English as well as I thought.”
“I imagined Teddy was having a walk-over,” said he, with a laugh.
None are so quick of apprehension as the jealous. Already a dark suspicion smote me.
“Do you allude to Miss Trevor-Hudson?” I asked.
“Who else?”
“And you thought Teddy was having what you call a walk-over?”
“I did,” said Dick. “But it is none of my business.”
“It is my business,” I replied, “to see that this charming lady does not have her name associated with a man she only regards as the merest acquaintance.”
“Has she told you that is how she looks on Teddy?”
“She has.”