“Has she guessed any other of the parties implicated?” Mr. Brown asked anxiously.
“I’m certain she has not.”
“Is she likely to raise a row to-morrow?”
“I hardly see how she can.”
“All the same, we’d better do something to quiet her,” returned Mr. Brown meaningly.
Blake flashed a quick look at the other.
“See here—I’ll not have her touched!”
Mr. Brown’s scanty eyebrows lifted.
“Hello! You seem very tender about her!”
Blake looked at him sternly a moment. Then he said stiffly: “I once asked Miss West to marry me.”