“You—never!” he laughed. “How could you?”
“I did—it was Neuburg?”
“Yes,” he told her. “But how did you guess that?”
“Oh, I’ve been guessing it since Quebec, and now that little detective has let me know. What a little fool I’ve been, Clement. I’m not fit to look after myself.”
“The little lawyer, Hartley Hard, suggested you needed special protection.”
“Hartley Hard.... But what sort of protection would be adequate for a little idiot like me?”
“He seemed to think marriage might meet the case.”
“Oh,” she murmured, blushing again.
“I think it a splendid idea myself. What do you think, Heloise?”
“I—I—I think my opinion of lawyers has improved enormously,” she whispered.