"If I have seen her, it is because
you cannot visit a man without knowing his wife. If you imagine
there is any connection--"
"I imagine nothing, Mr. Barker. I am bound to make every inquiry
which can bear upon the case. But I mean no offense."
"Some inquiries are offensive," Barker answered angrily.
"It's only the facts that we want. It is in your interest and
everyone's interest that they should be cleared up. Did Mr.
Douglas entirely approve your friendship with his wife?"
Barker grew paler, and his great, strong hands were clasped
convulsively together. "You have no right to ask such
questions!" he cried. "What has this to do with the matter you
are investigating?"
"I must repeat the question."
"Well, I refuse to answer."
"You can refuse to answer; but you must be aware that your
refusal is in itself an answer, for you would not refuse if you
had not something to conceal."
Barker stood for a moment with his face set grimly and his strong
black eyebrows drawn low in intense thought. Then he looked up
with a smile. "Well, I guess you gentlemen are only doing your
clear duty after all, and I have no right to stand in the way of
it.
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