Kāra was at home and received his visitor with cold politeness, which Winston passed unnoticed. He was not in a mood to be affected by trifles.
“I understand that you accused Consinor of cheating at the club last night,” he began, impetuously.
“Well?” said Kāra, lifting his brows inquiringly.
“Why did you do it?”
“Because it was true. He was robbing me.”
“You know what I mean, sir! You have been posing as a friend of Miss Consinor. To expose her father to public shame was the act of a cowardly enemy.”
“What would you have done in my place?” asked Kāra, calmly.
“I? I would have concealed the discovery and allowed the man to go, refusing to play with him again,” declared Winston.
“And so have allowed him to rob others, perhaps?”
“If necessary, yes, that his daughter’s good name might be protected. But a private warning would have induced him to abandon further trickery.”