"Why," he asked, wearily, "have you employed an agency to have me followed?"
She lifted her drooping lids and finely pencilled brows. "Have you been followed?"
"At intervals, as you know. Would you mind saying why? Because you have always been welcome to divorce."
She sat silent, slowly tearing into tiny squares the card he had sent up. Presently, as at an afterthought, she collected all the fragments and placed them in a heap on the table beside her.
"Well?" she inquired, glancing up at him. "Is that all you have to say?"
"I don't know what to say until you tell me why you have had me followed and why you yourself are here."
Her gaze remained fixed on the heap of little pasteboard squares which she shifted across the polished table-top from one position to another. She said:
"The case against you was complete enough before last night. I fancy even you will admit that."
"You are wrong," he replied wearily. "Somehow or other I believe you know that you are wrong. But I suppose a jury might not think so."