“It is certainly not all. Why couldn't you come?”
“I worked late.”
“Where?”
“At the plant.”
“That's a lie, Graham. I called the plant. I'll tell you where you were. You were out with a girl. You were seen, if you want to know it.”
“Oh, if you are going to believe everything you hear about me?”
“Don't act like a child. Who was the girl?”
“It isn't like you to be jealous, Marion. I let you run around all the time with other fellows, but the minute I take a girl out for a little spin, you're jealous.”
“Jealous!” She laughed nastily. But she knew she was losing her temper; and brought herself up short. Let him think she was jealous. What really ailed her was deadly fear lest her careful plan go astray. She was terrified. That was all. And she meant to learn who the girl was.
“I know who it was,” she hazarded.