“I’ll get the divorce, thank you! I’ve taken this sort of thing lying down long enough. I said get out!”
“Come on, Mil,” ordered Silas. “I know a place we can go for to-night. How long’ll it take you to get that divorce, Nat?”
III
Ted Thorne, in the library of his home at ten-thirty that night, beheld the face of his young salesman with anxiety.
“For heaven’s sake, Nat, what’s the matter? Sick?”
“No, just a bit upset, that’s all, Ted. You wired me to come home in a hurry and I forgot to telegraph my wife. I reached the house to find——”
“Yes?”
“That she loved that Plumb fellow—the steam-fitter that works for Holcomb.”
“You caught them?”
“Yes. I caught them!”