"What has that to do with the case?" he asked; and then, weakly, "I don't want to hear about it."
"If I was to tell you," persisted Rosalie rolling the sweets of revelation under her tongue, "that jest the name of the book in the secretary showed your girl was all right and you and I was fools, what would you say?"
The veil lifted from Blake. It was he himself who had risen from his chair, was leaning over the table, was asking:
"What do you mean? Tell me—what do you mean?"
Rosalie herself rose, leaned over to meet him, and whispered four words in his ear.
"See!" she added aloud. "See!"
Blake fell back into his chair with a thump.
"I, a doctor and a man of science and I never thought once of that! What a damned fool I was!"
"We was," amended Rosalie Le Grange.