“Don't you think, if he was away from this silly crowd he plays with, as he calls it, that he would be better off?”
“Where, for instance?”
“You keep an agent in England. He could go there. Or to Russia, if the Russian contract goes through.”
He was still puzzled.
“But why England or Russia?”
“Anywhere out of this country.”
“He doesn't have to leave this country to get away from a designing woman.”
From her astonished expression, he knew that he had been wrong. She was not trying to get him away from Marion. From what?
She bent forward, her face set hard.
“What woman?”