He looked at her earnestly.
“Now wait a moment!”
His large, cool blue eyes became meditative.
“It’s on the edge of my mind who that is, and yet I can’t remember. I don’t know him, but I’m sure I know of him.”
“He fought in the South African War.”
Suddenly Vane leaned forward. He was frowning.
“I’ve got it! He fought, came back with the D.C.M., and only a few days afterwards killed his only child, a son, out shooting. I remember the whole thing now, the inquest at which he was entirely exonerated and the rumors about his wife. She’s a beautiful woman, they say.”
“Very beautiful.”
“She took it very badly, didn’t she?”
“What do you mean by very badly?”