“Particularly when he is doing another woman,” was the retort.
“It depends somewhat on the woman done,” said Edith.
“Why are you here?” Mrs. Spencer laughed.
“To see the end of the affair of the cab-of-the-sleeping-horse.”
Mrs. Spencer shrugged and turned to Harleston.
“Do you expect to end it, Guy?” she asked. “Because if you do, and this formulaic letter, that you think I have, will end it, I am sorry indeed to disappoint you. I haven’t that letter, nor do I know anything as to it.”
“In that event you have the consideration which you were to pay for the letter,” Harleston returned.
“My dear Guy, where would I carry this consideration?” she laughed, with a sweeping motion to her narrow lingerie gown that could not so much as conceal a pocket.
“I don’t imagine that you are carrying gold or even Bank of England notes. You’re not so crude. The consideration is, most likely, a note to the German Ambassador, on the presentation of which the money will be paid in good American gold. And I’m so sure of the facts that it is either the formula or the consideration. The latter we shall not appropriate; the former we shall keep.”
“And if I have neither?” she asked.