"You know all the gossip—all the dirty little faits divers of your world. And you're a sort of doctor and confidential——"
"You're mistaken, Ledwith," he said pleasantly. "I'm done with it."
"How do you mean?"
"Why, that I've gone into a better business and I'm too busy to be useful and amusing any longer."
Ledwith's dead eyes stared:
"I heard you had dropped out—were never seen about. Is that true?"
"Yes."
"Found the game too rotten?"
"Oh, no. It's no different from any other game—a mixture of the same old good and bad, with good predominating. But there's more to be had out of life in other games."
"Yours is slipping phony pictures to the public, with Dankmere working as side partner, isn't it?"