Mr. Gascoyne looked at me in surprise.
“That was her name, but how did you know?”
“Harry Gascoyne spoke to me once or twice about her, and I wondered at the time from something he said whether he had not made rather a mess of things.”
“Yes, I am afraid we men are very selfish, that is, until we have wives and daughters of our own. The possession of sisters does not seem to instil the same sense of responsibility to woman-kind.”
“Does Miss Gascoyne know of this?”
“No; unless the matter develops further I do not think it necessary to inform her.”
“What did the police think of the affair?”
“I fancy they are quite prepared to accept the horse theory.”
“Then the matter is settled?”
“Except for the trouble of the poor girl. It appears that he actually promised to marry her.”