the question which Dick had been expecting since they first met.
"Where is Jenny?" he asked; and Dick stopped his walk and looked at him.
"With her mother in Toronto. You expect her to come and bail you out, of course?"
"What business is that of yours?" snarled Ducane. Then he looked at the other man in sharp suspicion. "What business is it of yours what my wife does or doesn't do?" he said again. He thrust his watery eyes and ragged beard close to Dick. "Do you love her?" he snapped suddenly.
"What business is that of yours?" countered Dick lazily.
"Why—I guess it is my business, too. I"
"No, it is not." Dick turned on his heel. "The next time you poke your nose into my private affairs you'll likely get hurt, Mr. Ducane," he said; and left the other man puzzled and staring.
