He smiled, but not mirthfully.
"It was here in this room I assumed my rôle," he said, "and here I drop it."
For a moment she failed to understand.
"Drop it?" she echoed. "How?"
"I'm no longer even your pseudo-husband. I drop the name Fairfax, with all it might imply."
She blushed crimson and could not meet his gaze.
"I'm sorry if I've been the cause——" she started.
Garrison interrupted.
"I'm glad—glad of everything that's happened. We'll say no more of that. But—Theodore—how he will gloat over this!"
"If he finds out Mr. Fairfax is crazy, he could overthrow the will," suggested Dorothy. "But—what's the use of thinking of that, if a new will comes to light? It's a dreadfully mixed affair." She stepped out in the hall and Garrison led the way to the elevator farther to the rear. The chains of a car were descending rapidly.