For perhaps a minute there was silence; in characteristic change of thought absolute Armstrong shifted.
“As long as we’re in the confidant business,” he digressed, “there’s still one question I’d like to ask, Darley. Elice and I have been intimate now for a number of years. I’ve asked you repeatedly to call with me and you’ve always refused. Even yet you’ve barely met her. I quote you by the yard when I’m with her, and, frankly, she’s—curious why you stay at arm’s length. Between yourself and myself why is it, Darley?”
Roberts laughed; an instant later the light left his face.
“You know I have few women acquaintances,” he said.
“I know, but this particular case is different.”
“And those I do have,” completed the other, “are all securely married.” 32
Armstrong colored.
“I don’t mean that,” smiled Roberts, “and you know I don’t. I’m not fool enough to fancy I’m a charmer. The explanation, I believe, is in my ancestry. I think they must have been fishes too, and instinct warns me to avoid bait. It’s my own peace of mind I’m considering and preserving, friend Armstrong.”
“Peace of mind!” the other laughed. “From you that’s good, Darley. But the tape line—”
“Can’t you find it?”