"By all means."
"Have you told Max of your relations with Sara Law?"
"No."
"Or anybody else?"
"No."
"Then keep the truth to yourself—at least until this coil is straightened out."
Ember got up. "Good night," he said pleasantly.
Whitaker took his hand, staring. "Good night," he echoed blankly. "But—I say—why keep it quiet?"
Ember, turning to go, paused, his glance quietly quizzical. "You don't mean to claim your wife?"
"On the contrary, I expect to offer no defence to her action for divorce."