"My husband says so—that's sufficient for me!"
"Then I can't argue."
"Do you deny it?"
"Emphatically!"
"You told me Clifford was in Canada, when all the time you knew he was at Arles. Didn't you tell me that?"
"To save his face."
"How?"
"Obviously because I knew he was dallying at Arles and Nîmes with this Verney woman. You haven't heard one-tenth of the facts yet. You haven't heard that he stayed in the same hotel with her at Arles. Went with her to Nîmes when the hotel people began to object. At Nîmes, for decency's sake, they stayed at different houses, but he had her hanging around his villa. Went lovemaking with her in the moonlight up to a quiet place on the hillside. Then, had her live with him in the Villa Clémentine. Finally, took her to Wiesbaden. These are all facts for which I can bring you irrefutable evidence. I had my secretary shadowing him from the moment he left Paris."
Olive turned on her husband with another lightning change of mood.
"Is she so very beautiful, this enchantress of yours?" she queried with the velvety softness of a cat.