Ember stroked his chin with thoughtful fingers.
"You've heard the news, then?"
"In three ways," Whitaker returned, with calm.
"How's that—three ways?"
"Through the newspapers, the billboards, and—from the lips of my wife."
Ember opened his eyes wide.
"You've been to see her?"
"On the contrary."
"The devil you say!"
"She called this morning—"