“We’re going to find out!”
Graham came down the steps and in a moment joined them, his smile a trifle perfunctory.
“We’re not going to keep you long,” Landis assured him with a friendly grin. “Remember the night Mrs. Graham burned her back?”
Graham showed his surprise.
“Is there anything you fellows don’t know? You bet I do,” he added warmly.
“Miss Mount dressed the burn, we understand. Did you happen to notice anything peculiar about her manner?”
“No. I ducked out of sight right away, not being dressed. Why in the world should there be anything peculiar—”
“Wait a bit,” Landis smiled. “Do you know of anything peculiar about your wife’s past? I don’t mean personally, of course. I mean her parentage?”
It was obvious that the question upset Graham. His manner grew stiff with indignation. They saw, however, that the question had startled him, too.