“Your wife? I didn't know you had a wife.”
“Well I have,” doggedly. “It's a damn funny thing you can't understand who I mean when I say my wife.”
“Then you have married her?”
Gibbs hitched his chin higher at this.
“I'm a man of honour,” he said briefly.
“Oh, are you!” retorted the lawyer contemptuously.
“Are you prepared to dispute it?” demanded Gibbs truculently. “It's hardly worth disputing,” said Benson. “But you haven't told me why you've come to see me.”
“Haven't I? Well, I hardly thought that would be necessary,” said the captain smilingly. In the main he was a cheerful person, and his resentments were for the most part short lived. “You were Tucker's lawyer, weren't you?”
“Oh, I see!” and the two men looked at each other in silence for a moment; then Benson spoke again.
“You say you have married Mrs. Tucker; I'll take your word for that when you produce the proofs.”