Sally uttered an exclamation.
“What an extraordinary thing it is—I went all the way out to White Plains that afternoon to find Fillmore and tackle him about that and I didn't say a word about it. And I haven't seen or been able to get hold of him since.”
“No? Busy sort of cove, your brother.”
“Why did Fillmore let you go?”
“Let me go? Oh, you mean... well, there was a sort of mix-up. A kind of misunderstanding.”
“What happened?”
“Oh, it was nothing. Just a...”
“What happened?”
Ginger's disfigured countenance betrayed embarrassment. He looked awkwardly about the room.
“It's not worth talking about.”