“Pay back the money, Maizie!” ejaculated Mr. Walton. “Why haven’t you told me of it?”
“It did not seem necessary,” you answered.
“I’m sure it’s a trick,” asserted Agnes. “He’s probably trying to worm his way back to your friendship, to get something more out of you.”
“How much”—began Mr. Walton; but you interrupted him there by saying, “I would rather not talk about it.”
The subject was changed at once, but when we were smoking, Mr. Walton asked, “Blodgett, do you know anything about that Maitland affair?”
“A little,” replied the host.
“The debt really is being paid?”
“Yes.”
“And you don’t know by whom?”
“So Maizie tells me.”