“I said ‘no.’ That is not ‘yes.’ I was so overcome by Tower’s miserable fate that I dismissed my car and walked home. I could not face any one, least of all Helen—Mrs. Tower.”
“Or the Bureau?”
“Mr. Clancy, you annoy me.”
Clancy stood up.
“I must duck your coffee, Senator,” he said cheerfully. “Is Miss Craik on the phone?”
“No. She is poor, and lives alone—or, to be correct, with a niece, I believe.”
“Well, think matters over. I’ll see you again soon. Then you may be able to tell me some more.”
“I have told you everything.”
“Perhaps I may do the telling.”
“Now, as to this poor woman, Miss Craik. You will not adopt harsh measures, I trust?”