“Help you? How?”
“With Jack.”
He was accustomed to her calm audacity. But none the less he was for the moment taken aback by her request—that he, a rejected suitor, should be so coolly called in to assist with the husband.
He recovered his speech. “Before I answer that, perhaps you will tell me something.”
“What?”
“Something that has a bearing upon your plan with Jack. Excuse my curiosity—but perhaps you will tell me just what was the outcome of your affair with Maisie Jones?”
She was no less curious than he in regard to one point in that experience—why he had refrained from action at the Grantham. She had been wondering about this, over and over, all these days.
“You know about that?” Her words were as much an affirmation as a question.
“I have had to know about it,” he said. “I knew of Jack’s engagement and its pressing character, and when you went to the Grantham and took the suite next to Miss Jones, I surmised, with the help of a few facts, the general nature of your purpose there.”
“Then if you knew, why didn’t you interfere?”