dealt with unfairly, that you had in mind?" asked Markham.
"No—not the woman herself," Pfyfe replied; "but a man who was interested in her. In fact, this man threatened Alvin's life. You will appreciate my reluctance in telling you this; but my excuse is that the threat was made quite openly. There were several others besides myself who heard it."
"That, of course, relieves you from any technical breach of confidence," Markham observed.
Pfyfe acknowledged the other's understanding with a slight bow.
"It happened at a little party of which I was the unfortunate host," he confessed modestly.
"Who was the man?" Markham's tone was polite but firm.
"You will comprehend my reticence. . . ." Pfyfe began. Then, with an air of righteous frankness, he leaned forward. "It might prove unfair to Alvin to withhold the gentleman's name. . . . He was Captain Philip Leacock."
He allowed himself the emotional outlet of a sigh.
"I trust you won't ask me for the lady's name."
"It won't be necessary," Markham assured him. "But I'd appreciate your telling us a little more of the episode."
Pfyfe complied with an expression of patient resignation.
"Alvin was considerably taken with the lady in question, and showed her many attentions which were, I am forced to admit, unwelcome. Captain Leacock resented these attentions; and at the little affair to which I had invited him and Alvin, some
