"There isn't one."
Hazel began to laugh.
"Why did you say there was?"
"I didn't. It was you who said that."
Hazel's smile had died away.
"It's Slosson, of course," she said decidedly. And Gordon began to wish she were not so clearsighted, nor so direct in her challenges.
"Oh, he's a constant thorn," he said evasively.
"Has he been here to-day?"
Gordon nodded.
"And the result?"