"Sufficient to suggest that I was in the way."
"Were Monty and I clinched?"
"Quite so."
"And you went on right away?"
"Naturally."
"If you had stayed," she said calmly, "you might have been of some use. Monty was pickled. He was just going to crash when I grabbed him."
"Is that true, Pat?"
She met his searching look with unwavering eyes, her nostrils wide with pride. "Do you think I'm so afraid of you—or of anyone—that I'd lie about it?"
To look at her and disbelieve was impossible.