“But you have!” I cried, facing him angrily. “She is probably with Pennington, her father, who seems to be one of your undesirable fraternity.”
“No, she is not with him, most certainly,” my visitor declared. “I know that for a fact. She is probably with Lewis.”
“And who is this fellow Lewis?” I demanded.
For a moment he was silent.
“I think you had better ask madame, your wife,” he replied at last.
“Do you intend to cast a slur upon her?” I cried, facing him resentfully.
“Not in the least,” was his cool answer. “I have merely replied to your question.”
“And have given me most impertinent advice! Will you, or will you not, tell me who the fellow is?”
“At present, monsieur, I must refuse.”
“Then I shall press the bell, and give you into custody.”