“Well?”
“I wish to see my sister.”
“You will have to wait. What did you wish to see her about?”
“That is a matter that concerns——No! I will tell you, for I believe you to be responsible for the whole affair.”
“Well?”
“Last night, quite by chance, I found out that Ruth has for some time been paying visits to the studio of an artist.”
Mrs. Porter nodded.
“Quite right. Mr. Kirk Winfield. She is going to marry him.”
Bailey’s hat fell to the floor. His stick followed. His mouth opened widely. His glasses shot from his nose and danced madly at the end of their string.
“What!”