“I agree. But you must deny the report.”
“Who told you?”
“I regret that I must not say. It was, however, a friend of yours.”
“A man?”
I nodded in the affirmative.
“Ah!” she cried impatiently. “You diplomats are always so full of secrets. Really you must tell me. Uncle Colin.”
“I can’t,” was my brief reply. “I only ask you to refute the untruth.”
“I will—at once. Poor Geoffrey.”
“Have you heard from him lately?” I asked.
“You’re very inquisitive. I have not.”