And yet, it may not be so far off." "If you are trying to fasten anything upon those ladies,--" Tavernake began, threateningly.
The detective laughed and patted him on the shoulder.
"It isn't my business to try and fasten things upon any one," he interrupted.

"At the same time, you seem to be a friend of Mrs.Wenham Gardner, and it is just as well that some one should warn her." "Warn her of what ?" Tavernake asked.
The detective looked at his cigar meditatively.
"Make her understand that there is trouble ahead," he replied.
Tavernake sipped his whiskey and soda and lit a cigarette.

Then he turned in his chair and looked thoughtfully at his companion.

Pritchard was a striking-looking man, with hard, clean-cut features--a man of determination.
"Mr.Pritchard, I am a clerk in an estate office.

My people were work-people and I am trying to better myself in the world.