Sheila bit her lip to keep back the resentment boiling up in her heart.
He went on with his denunciation: “I warned you that you would be known everywhere you went. I told you your picture was all over town. And now your name is. A stranger comes up to me and says he saw you and your—your ‘husband,’ Mr. Winfield? Who’s the man? What’s his real name?”
“Mr. Winfield, of course.”
“Oh, of course! Where did you meet him? Does he live here?”
“Live here! Indeed, he doesn’t!”
“He followed you here, then?”
“He preceded me here.”
“It’s as bad as that, eh? Well, you leave him here, at once. If he comes near you again I’ll break every bone in his body.”
Sheila laughed. “You haven’t seen my husband, have you?”
“Your husband?” Reben laughed. “Are you going to try to bluff it out with me, too?”