"May I ask why?"
"If it were discovered that my mother and I were in communication I would have been given short shrift in the bank."
"Did she marry again?"
"I don't know."
Again there was silence. Furneaux seemed to be satisfied that he was following a blind alley, and Winter became the inquisitor.
"What is the name of the woman with whom your brother is mixed up?"
"I can not tell you, but my father knew."
"What leads you to form that opinion?"
"Some words that passed between Bob and him last Saturday morning."
"Where? Here?"