Mr. Mapleson did not seem to comprehend.
"You left her?" he exclaimed.
"Yes," answered Varick grimly, "I left her."
Mr. Mapleson could stand no more. His voice suddenly rose.
"Tell me what has happened!" he cried. "Don't they know? Haven't they found it out?"
The taxicab, gathering speed, had already reached the Avenue, turning southward on its way, and with a jerk of his head Varick indicated the house they had left behind them.
"They know everything," he said; "all of them. Beeston has known it for weeks. He knew long before Lloyd took the trouble to tell him."
Mr. Mapleson heard him dumbfounded.
"Beeston knows?"