"Now you see," he remarked enigmatically as he gave it her.
"See what?"
"It doesn't make me jealous to be told you're very fond of Crabtree," he answered. "Good night, Sonia."
I closed the door behind her, poured out two whiskies and sodas and filled a pipe.
"You're extraordinarily infantile, Raney," I said.
"It was as well she should know."
"Mind you don't drive her into his arms," I said. "Next time she may accept him."
"Next time?"
For the moment I had forgotten that O'Rane had not been present at Crabtree's discomfiture the previous autumn at House of Steynes. When I remembered I wished I had not introduced the subject.