“Very likely.”
“Why, I want to help him!” I protested. “I don’t want him to marry her. Oh, by the way do you happen to know what it is that she is coming here to see for herself?”
In a moment her ledger was left, and she was looking at me straight. Coming? When?
“Soon. In an automobile. To see something for herself.”
She pondered for quite a long moment; then her eyes returned, searchingly, to me. “You didn’t make that up?”
I laughed, and explained. “Some of them, at any rate,” I finished, “know what she’s coming for. They were rather queer about it, I thought.”
She pondered again. I noticed that she had deeply flushed, and that the flush was leaving her. Then she fixed her eyes on me once more. “They wouldn’t tell you?”
“I think that they came inadvertently near it, once or twice, and remembered just in time that I didn’t know about it.”
“But since you do know pretty much about it!” she laughed.
I shook my head. “There’s something else, something that’s turned up; the sort of thing that upsets calculations. And I merely hoped that you’d know.”