“No — I do not know,” she said with a troubled look.

“Is it that affair which makes her unhappy?”

“I thought so once. They were ever together. Then she avoided him — or seemed to. It was Betty Bleecker who interfered between them. For Mrs. Bleecker was very wrathful, Euan, and Lana’s indiscretions madded her� . There was a scene� . So Boyd came no more, save when other officers came, which was every day. Somehow I have never been certain that he and Lana did not meet in secret when none suspected.”

“Have you proof?” I asked, cold with rage.

She shook her head, and her gaze grew vague and remote. After a while she seemed to put away her apprehensions,