“And that—Jew was in your rooms? That Jew!”
“Yes.” She sat nervously rolling and unrolling her gloves. “Why do you care?” she asked, looking into the fire.
“I don’t.”
“You do.”
There was a pause.
“Rex,” she said, very low, “will you listen?”
“Yes, I’ll listen.”
“He is a—a friend of my sister’s. He came from her to—to—”
“To what!”
“To—borrow a little money. I distrusted him the first time he came—the time you heard him in my room—and I refused him. Saturday he stopped me in the street, and, hoping to avoid a chance of meeting—you, I walked through the park.”