I fancied that she said it with the air of one who almost had some
right in the matter.

"Mrs. Ogleby," reiterated Carton earnestly, "I will do all I can--
on my word of honour--to protect your name, but--"

He paused and looked at us helplessly.

"What was it that was overheard?" asked Craig point-blank,
watching Mrs. Ogleby's face carefully.

"Why," she replied nervously, "there was a big dinner last night
which Mr. Dorgan gave at Gastron's. Mr. Murtha took me and--oh--
there were lots of others--" She stopped suddenly.

"Yes," prompted Kennedy. "Who else was there?"

She was on her guard, however. Evidently she had come to Carton
for one purpose and that was solely to protect herself against the
scandal which she thought might attach to having been present at
one of the rather notorious little affairs of the Boss.

"Really," she answered, colouring slightly, "I can't tell you. I
mustn't say a word about who was there--or anything about it. Good
heavens--it is bad enough as it is--to think that my name may be
dragged into politics and all sorts of false stories set in motion
about me. You must protect me, Mr. Carton, you must."

"How did you find out about the detectaphone being there?" asked
Kennedy.