"As a matter of fact she is," he said with marked coldness.

"But I don't see--" "You will in a minute," said Jennings briskly.

"Pardon me, but are you in love with another woman ?" Mallow grew red.

"What the devil do you mean by coming here to ask me such a question ?" he demanded.
"Gently, Mallow, I am your friend, and you may need one." "What do you mean.

Do you accuse me of--" "I accuse you of nothing," said Jennings quickly, "but I ask you, why did you give this photograph, with an inscription, to the servant of the murdered woman." "I recognize my photograph, but the servant--" "Susan Grant.