She nodded. "So what?"
Vallon said: "That was good enough for him. He's planning to get out. But you know that boy. He's not going before he's collected from someone or other. Your little trip with him to South America is off. It's one thing for a boyo like Gale to be going to South America with a good-looker like you and about fifty thousand pounds, and another thing to have to tote an expensive woman, with no money, around the place. What did you expect him to do?"
"Well... what's he going to do, Mr. Know-All," she asked acidly.
"I went down to see his wife last night," said Vallon. "He's trying to work the black on her. He telephoned her yesterday that Hipper had found the letter he lost— the letter from her to Gale promising him forty thousand when the decree nisi was through. He to
