“I suppose so.”
“Well, Mr. Parks, I have traced your wife’s movements for almost every day of last August.”
“Yes; by means of one of my assistants, a very clever and well-taught young lady.”
“What have you learned?”
“That she did not speculate.”
“How can you be sure of that? A person does not have to go to Wall Street in order to dabble in stocks.”
“I know it; but a person whose fate is on the turn of that dreadful game does not spend her time as your wife did.”
“How?”
“In the noblest works of charity; in the homes of the poor on the East Side. It was there that she spent her days, not hanging over a stock ticker in some resort of fashionable women gamblers.”