“You meant me to find Ulford here! That’s a good ‘un! Why, you tried all you knew to keep him out.”
“Yes.”
“Well, then?”
“I wanted—but you’d never understand.”
“He does,” said Lord Holme.
He laughed again, got up and walked about the room, fingering his bandages. Then suddenly, he turned on Lady Holme and said savagely:
“And you do.”
“I?”
“Yes, you. There’s lots of fellers that would—”
“Stop!” said Lady Holme, in a voice of sharp decision.