"Then what's made you switch?"
"Why shouldn't I change my mind?" countered Olive coldly.
Larssen summed her up now with pin-point accuracy. Jealousy had worked this transformation. She wanted her husband because the other woman wanted him. And he, Larssen, was dependent on Olive's whims! The flotation of his Hudson Bay scheme hinging on her momentary fancies!
The fighting instinct surged up within him. He could look for no help from Olive—it was to be a single-handed battle with Clifford Matheson. Well, he'd give no quarter to anyone—man or woman!
Aloud he said, with a perfect assumption of resignation: "What do you wish me to do?"
"I don't know. I want you to suggest."
"I suppose Sir Francis knows all about everything?"
"No; I've told him nothing. He still believes Clifford went to Canada."
"That simplifies matters."
"How?"