Chapter 28
THE FINGER OF SUSPICION POINTS The words of the preacher's little wife were like a bolt from a sunny heaven. Kirby could not accept them without reiteration. Never in the wildest dreams of the too vivid imagination of which his cousin had accused him had this possibility occurred to him. "Do you mean that this man--the younger one--is the husband of Phyllis Harriman?" His finger touched the reproduction of his cousin's photograph. "Yes. He's the man my husband married her to on the twenty-first of July." "You're quite sure of that?" "I ought to be," she answered rather dryly. "I was a witness." A young woman came up the walk from the street. She was a younger and more modern replica of Mrs. Rankin. The older lady introduced her. "Daughter, this is Mr. Lane, the gentleman who called
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