Flomerfelt was visibly excited. He removed his gloves and fell to pacing lightly up and down the room.
"What's the matter with you?" demanded Mrs. Peter V.
Flomerfelt stopped before her, his white lips drawn tightly against his teeth.
"My, what a chance for an enemy in that big mob; and what a fumble!"
"Were you there?" she asked.
Flomerfelt shrugged his shoulders.
"Trouble is something that I sidestep. I expected trouble and stayed away."
"You expected this?" The woman looked at him incredulously.
"Wilkinson feared it, too, I think."
"Why?"