“Broadyke?”
“His vanity was mortally wounded, his business was going downhill, and he was being sued for a large sum.”
“Dorothy?”
“A daughter. A woman. It could have gone back to her infancy, or it could have been a trinket denied her today.”
“Safford?”
“A primitive romantic. Within three days after he met that girl the fool was eating cinnamon rolls with her at six o’clock in the morning. What about his love look?”
I nodded. “Giddy.”
“And he saw Mr. Keyes strike the girl with his riding crop.”
“Not strike her, poke her.”
“Even worse, because more contemptuous. Also the girl had persuaded him that Mr. Keyes was persisting in a serious injustice to her.”