“No. About The Searchlight.”
“The Searchlight? I don’t understand, Mr. Edmonds.”
“Can’t we be open with each other, Mrs. Eyre?”
“Absolutely, so far as I am concerned.”
“Then I want to tell you that you need have no fear as to what The Searchlight may do.”
“Still I don’t understand. Why should I fear it?”
“The scandal—manufactured, of course—which The Searchlight had cooked up about you and Mr. Banneker before Mr. Eyre’s death.”
“Surely there was never anything published. I should have heard of it.”
“No; there wasn’t. Banneker stopped it.”
“Ban?”