Judy Bonner stared at him, her jaw dropping, a look of such perfect denial in her eyes that I was still more shocked, some way, than I’d been before.
Colonel Primrose chuckled a little.
“It would have been rather . . . misleading, if anyone had been listening in,” he said. “For it was Kaye Gorman’s picture I was showing him. Of course he recognized her as Mrs. Bonner—she was Mrs. Bonner, when she spent those week-ends there. And that must have been when she was getting her decree, because, as you know, at this time she hadn’t been here weekends . . . she came on Monday.”
I sank back against the cushions, suddenly, and very much ashamed of myself. Clem’s face flushed again as my eyes met his. Then I looked at Judy . . . she must put two and two together, I thought, and see what Clem had
