"A fellow has the right to make love to her unless she's
your--well, perhaps it was an error after all, due to ignorance,
perfectly excusable, on my part. I might have seen it with half an eye
if I'd listened to the gossip on the beach. All Guvutu and Tulagi were
laughing about it. I was a fool, and I certainly made the mistake of
taking the situation on its assumed innocent face-value."
So angry was Sheldon becoming that the face and form of the other seemed
to vibrate and oscillate before his eyes. Yet outwardly Sheldon was calm
and apparently weary of the discussion.
"Please keep her out of the conversation," he said.
"But why should I?" was the demand. "The pair of you trapped me into
making a fool of myself. How was I to know that everything was not all
right? You and she acted as if everything were on the square. But my
eyes are open now. Why, she played the outraged wife to perfection,
slapped the transgressor and fled to you. Pretty good proof of what all
the beach has been saying. Partners, eh?--a business partnership? Gammon
my eye, that's what it is."
Then it was that Sheldon struck out, coolly and deliberately, with all
the strength of his arm, and Tudor, caught on the jaw, fell sideways,
crumpling as he did so and crushing a chair to kindling wood beneath the
weight of his falling body.
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