"But she'll be expecting letters. And she won't get them. My way's much the kindest. What's the objection?"
"Oh, heaps of objection," he answered evasively. "I don't know half of 'em myself yet."
On this I instantly fastened.
"Ah! Then you haven't seen the fellow yet you spoke of?"
I knew I had him. I could feel his mental wriggle.
"What fellow?"
"You said this morning it wasn't your affair, but somebody else's. The fellow I mean is the somebody else."
He spoke slowly.
"Do you mean Rooke?"