"He told us several things," she said significantly. "You've got to make open confession, Clary."
The ex-pugilist chewed his cigar and looked at her.
"What would he confess? That the man with him murdered Collins?"
"That's not true," said the girl quickly.
"So Lindsay's your friend, eh? Different here, Miss." Jerry pieced together what the clubman had told him and what he had since learned about her. He knew that this must be the girl to whom his host was engaged. "How about you, Bromfield?" he sneered.
The clubman stiffened. "I've nothing against Mr. Lindsay."
"Thought you had."
"Of course he hasn't. Why should he?" asked Beatrice, backing up
Clarendon.
Durand looked at her with a bold insolence that was an insult. His eyes moved up and down the long, slim curves of her figure. "I expect he could find a handsome reason if he looked around for it, Miss."
The girl's father clenched his fist. A flush of anger swept his ruddy cheeks. He held himself, however, to the subject.