You may know him--Clifford?
Well, he followed Kirk that night after the supper to your
husband, but Anson didn't dare call him to the stand at the
hearing for fear this Alfarez would perjure more of his black-and-
tans." He ground his teeth in rage. "By God! I'll get that Ramon,
if it costs me a million--they can't stand for such things even
here. But I want MORE proof; I want to snow him under absolutely,
completely."
"So Clifford is your man?"
"Yes! I took him off my system and sent him down here as soon as I
got Kirk's idiotic, impudent letter--" The old man began to
sputter with indignation. "What d'you think he wrote me, Mrs.
Cortlandt? He had the impudence to turn down a good job I offered
him because 'his wife might not like our climate!' Imagine! And I
had positively begged him to come back--on any terms. Of course,
it gave me an awful scare, and I lost no time in learning if it
was true. Thank God, he had sense enough not to do that!"
"Then you don't know?"
"Know what?"
"That he is married."
"DAMNATION!" roared Anthony, furiously.
She nodded. "A Miss Garavel. They were married a--week ago." She
broke down miserably and hid her face in her hands. He strode to
her with a light of understanding in his eyes.
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