Langdon, "my wife did not tell me, never spoke of it.
What I said to you was purely a guess of my own. I had no interest in the
matter--and haven't. I have absolute confidence in my wife. I feel ashamed
that you have provoked me into saying so." I opened the door.
"I am not going yet," said she angrily. "Yesterday morning Mowbray and she
were riding together in the Riverside Drive. Ask her groom."
"What of it?" said I. Then, as she did not rise, I rang the bell. When the
servant came, I said: "Please tell Mrs. Blacklock that Mrs. Langdon is in
the library--and that I am here, and gave you the message."
As soon as the servant was gone, she said: "No doubt she'll lie to you.
These women that steal other women's property are usually clever at fooling
their own silly husbands."
"I do not intend to ask her," I replied. "To ask her would be an insult."
She made no comment beyond a scornful toss of the head. We both had
our gaze fixed upon the door through which Anita would enter. When she
finally did appear, I, after one glance at her, turned--it must have been
triumphantly--upon her accuser. I had not doubted, but where is the faith
that is not the stronger for confirmation? And confirmation there was in
the very atmosphere round that stately, still figure.
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