“Yes, but—”
“I tell you I won’t talk about it—about her. She is dead, and death ends all stories. Leave it there.”
“I don’t want to hear it.”
“The Clevedons might be interested.”
“It is no business of theirs.”
“They might not agree with that.”
“I tell you it has nothing to do with them. The girl’s dead.”
“But there is more in it than that—her father isn’t dead.”
“Well, what of her father?”