"Will is back!" she exclaimed on seeing me, and her tone scarcely concealed a meaning beyond her words.
"What's that? He didn't send me word that he was coming."
"May telephoned—he's just got in."
Something unexpected must have brought him suddenly all the way from Texas, where he was looking after our interests. The news was disturbing.
"I saw Jane Dround this afternoon," I remarked idly. "She's looking fine—never saw her better."
"Jane!" my wife said slowly. "So she's back once more." Then after a pause she exclaimed:—
"I don't like her!"
Sarah, who rarely said a bitter word about any one, spoke this harshly, and I looked at her in surprise.
"I don't trust that woman, Van! She is secret. And I believe she influenced you—that time about the judge."
It was the first time for months that Sarah had referred to this matter.