My friend's telephone had been tinkling constantly during the
conversation and I saw that as the time advanced he was getting
more and more busy. I thanked Davenport and excused myself.

At least I had learned something about those who were concerned in
the case. As I rode uptown I could not help thinking of Violet
Winslow and her apparently intuitive fear concerning Warrington. I
wondered how much she really knew about Angus Forbes. Undoubtedly
he had not hesitated to express his own feelings toward her. Had
she penetrated beneath the honeyed words he must have spoken to
her? Was it that she feared that all things are fair in war and
love and that the favour she must have bestowed on Warrington
might have roused the jealousy of some of his rivals for her
affections?

I found no answer to my speculations, but a glance at my watch
told me that it was nearing the time of my appointment with Guy.

A few minutes later I jumped off the car at Headquarters and met
Garrick, waiting for me in the lower hall. As we ascended the
broad staircase to the second floor, where Dillon's office was, I
told him briefly of what I had discovered.

"The old lady will have her wish," he replied grimly as I related
the incident of the letter to the editor. "I wonder just how much
she really does know of that place. I hope it isn't enough to set
her against Warrington. You know people like that are often likely
to conceive violent prejudices--and then refuse to believe
something that's all but proved about someone else."