"That's a detail."
"Your friend McKenna, the detective? Then you forced this out of him?"
"It wasn't very hard."
She let the check flutter from her fingers to the desk, thoughtfully considering it, divining slowly what it meant.
"I am unreasonable," she said quietly, returning and holding out her hand. "Thank you. Why did you bother—after the way I acted?"
"Well, just because," he answered, looking down into her eyes.
"So, Garraboy is a defaulter," she said slowly.
"I cannot tell you any more."
All at once a thought came to her and an anxious frown passed over her forehead.
"None of this is your money?" she said quickly.