“Not particularly.”
“Indeed. Found a bonanza?”
“No; a man who respects me.”
Barnard laughed again. “Poor fool!”
Kathryn’s cheeks turned as red as her hair as her smoldering wrath kindled under his look and words. “You are the pitiful fool; wasting your love on a girl who betrays you,” she snapped, and meeting his blank stare, added: “Marjorie Langdon has other intentions since being thrown with Duncan Fordyce. You don’t believe me? Well, I have proof she’s off with the old love. I found out tonight that she plans to ruin you.”
“Bosh!” but Barnard paled. “I am in no woman’s power....”
“Then why should Marjorie Langdon write to Admiral Lawrence?” she supplemented.
“Why shouldn’t she?” he countered.
“Put it down to a change of heart,” she taunted. “Perhaps Marjorie wants her old secretaryship back again, perhaps conscience prompts her to make restitution. The envelope was long, it could easily have held a legal document ... for instance, a codicil to a will.”
“Where did you make this interesting discovery?”