“About what?”
There were no tears in Doris’s eyes. They were wide open in wonderment.
“About his attitude to this tragedy. Do this, and you will be giving Mr. Grant the greatest possible help. He needs it. Next Wednesday, at the adjourned inquest, he will be put on the rack. Ingerman will fee counsel to be vindictive, merciless. Such men are to be hired. Their reputation is built up on the slaughter of reputations. I want to understand Siddle before Wednesday. By the way, what’s his other name?”
“Theodore.”
“Theodore Siddle. Unusual. Well, your half hour is nearly up. Will you do what I ask?”
“I’ll try. May I put one question?”
“Yes.”
“You said you had something altogether different in view before we met. What was it?”
“I’ll tell you—let me see—I’ll tell you on Thursday.”
“Why not now?”