Loveman looked puzzled. “Mary Regan—do I know her?”
Was there something behind this evasion? “You remember her if you remember getting Bradley off. She was in that case.”
“Oh, yes, I remember: slender—dark—handsome. But I haven’t seen her since the trial.”
“I don’t mean to call you anything, Loveman,—but I was told you were recently seen with her in public.”
“Where?”
“At the Grand Alcazar—for dinner—three nights ago.”
Loveman smiled. “You’ve caught me. I own up. But my fib was a gentleman’s lie.”
“How so?”
“She didn’t want it known that she was in New York.”
“Why not?”