"You'll have to excuse me. My husband is leaving on a short trip--and I must be with him."
Next morning, hard on the heels of the servant bringing coffee, Mary entered their room. She was dressed and they were not dressed, and she had the air of having been up for some time. Her face was toughened with quiet jerky fury.
"What is this story about Lanier having been bathed in a dirty bath?"
Dick began to protest, but she cut through: