"God knows! If this keeps up. She's in a bad way. Do you suppose I'd waste my time here otherwise. I tell you quiet is essential."
Garth rested his hands against the table. The knotted veins testified to his anxiety, but his tone was casual.
"By the way, doctor, since you're Mrs. Randall's cousin, you must have known the doctor pretty well."
"Yes, yes, very well."
"Did you ever notice—was he in the habit of wearing a flower in his button-hole?"
The other glanced at him suspiciously.
"What are you driving at?"
"Answer me, please," Garth insisted.
"I never saw him with one. He was a very masculine type—no affectations."
Garth flushed.