Schmidt weighed the point from behind the veil, and an unemotional reply soothed his fiery client.
"The idea is, perhaps, untenable—almost repulsive," he said, "but the law on the matter is governed by so many differing decisions that I cannot express a reasoned opinion offhand. You see, the question of consideration intervenes. And—and—where is the lady now?"
"I don't know."
"You left Curtis at the Central Hotel!"
"Yes."
"In company with Steingall, and two elderly Curtises, and young Devar?"
"Yes."
"Why didn't you demand your daughter's present address?"
"I—I was so stunned by what I regarded as official sanction of an outrage that I came away in a fury."
Mr. Otto Schmidt rose, or rather, raised his oblong shape from a slight incline on a chair to a horizontal position.