"Yes; she's begun them."
"On—on w-what grounds?"
"Not on any grounds to scare you. It will be a Western matter."
Her frightened sigh of relief turned her voice to a whisper:
"Has Stuyve—has a certain relative—annoyed you since I've been away?"
"Yes, over the telephone, drunk, as usual."
"Did he make—make any more threats, Jack?"
"The usual string. Where is he?"
"I don't know," she said; "he hasn't been home in a week, they tell me. Jack, do you think it safe for you to drop in here for a few moments before dinner?"
"Just as you say. If he comes in, there may be trouble. Which isn't a good idea, on your account."