“They did.”
“They DID? Was you there?”
“Yes.”
“What for? I thought you swore never to go nigh a woman again.”
“I did, but—well, it wasn't my fault. I—”
“Yes? Go on.”
“I went because I couldn't help myself. Went to help some one else, in fact. I expected to find Graham and that other artist. But—”
“Well, go ON.”
“I was stung,” said Mr. Brown, gloomily, and rubbed his forehead.