“Indeed? I cannot compliment you upon your choice of associates.”
“Why, what’s wrong with Sam?”
“Only this, Mr. Braddock,” said the Rev. Aubrey, his suppressed wrath boiling over like a kettle: “He is living a life of open sin.”
“Open which?”
“Open sin. In the heart of my parish.”
“I don’t get this. How do you mean—open sin?”
“I have it from this man Shotter’s own lips that he is a bachelor.”
“Yes, that’s right.”
“And yet a few minutes ago I called at his house and found that there was a woman residing there.”
“A woman?”