“Is he?” Her smile was enigmatical. “May I ask the reason of your sudden interest in Major Wallace?”
Potter colored hotly. “That is my affair,” he retorted. “Were you at the Baird inquest this morning?”
“No.”
“Have you read the newspaper account of it?”
“Yes.”
“And what is your opinion?”
She shook her head. “I have formed none.”
“Oh, come!” Potter smiled skeptically, then frowned. “Kitty must be safeguarded,” he announced with gruff abruptness.
“From Major Wallace?—”
“Perhaps—”