"Whom? Whom do I suspect?" exclaimed Lightbody, astounded. "I don't know."
"Impossible!"
"How do I know? I never doubted her a minute."
"Yes, yes—still?"
"Whom do I suspect? I don't know." He stopped and considered. "It might be—three men."
"Three men!" exclaimed De Gollyer, who smiled as only a bachelor could smile at such a moment.
"I don't know which—how should I know? But when I do know—when I meet him! I'll spare her—but—but when we meet—we two—when my hands are on his throat—"
He was on his feet again, the rage of dishonor ready to flame forth. De Gollyer, putting his arm about him, recalled him with abrupt, military sternness.
"Steady, steady again, dear old boy. Buck up now—get hold of yourself."
"Jim, it's awful!"