"You have made him an enemy?" she evaded.
"I'm afraid I've also made him an enemy of some one else—and that she is hiding it from me. Tell me, dear, weren't you included in the threat?"
"I'm a poor hand at evasion," she sighed.—"Yes, I was included. He said—'and the Lorraine woman too.'"
"I thought as much!" he exclaimed—"the miserable, skulking coward!"
"But I don't understand!—What is it all about—what does it mean?"
"It means that Burgoyne and I had some words with Porshinger and his friend Murchison the night of your return. It was up at the Club and late and no one saw it. They have been so quiet about it since that I thought it had been dropped. I didn't realize what a vindictive brute we had stirred up. Well, we will try to be prepared for the great man!" he laughed.
"This fight," she began——
"I didn't say there was a fight," he interposed.
"No, you didn't say it—but there was a fight, and it was about me—something that he or Murchison said in your hearing, and which you resented.—Wasn't it, Montague?"
"You're very knowing!" he smiled.