“No lady,” conceded Mr. Thorpe, “could have done more. What is—”
“When he was laid up in the orsepital,” she went on fiercely, “didn’t I go to see him every visiting day and take him nuts and oranges and goodness knows what all, and sit be his bedside for the hour together?”
“I really don’t know,” said the detective impartially, “what men are coming to. Where are—”
“And then to go paying his attentions to a—”
“Not so loud!”
She checked herself and looked round. Then she took the lapel of Mr. Thorpe’s coat and whispered. Bobbie could not hear the words.
“Good!” exclaimed the detective. “Are they both indoors now?”
“If they ain’t you can wait for ’em,” she replied.
“Will six men be enough d’you think?”
“Six ’ll be ample, Mr. Thorpe,” she said. “And if Miller shows fight, tell them not to be afraid of knocking him about. It’ll do him good, the—”