"Absolutely," she said.
"Um!... Good enough. So do I. ... Enough to let him play around with
my daughter. ... Has he anything to do with the way you look to-
day?... Not a fair question--yet. You needn't answer."
"I shouldn't," she said, and he smiled at the asperity of her tone.
"Mr. Bonbright Foote seems to be causing his family anxiety," he
said. "He's disappeared. ... I guess they think you carried him off.
Did you go somewhere with him in his car last night?"
"You have no right to question me, Mr. Lightener."
"Don't I know it? I tell you I like you and I like him--and I think
his father's a stiff-backed, circumstantial, ancestor-ridden damn
fool. ... Something's happened or Foote wouldn't be telephoning
around. He's got reason to be frightened, and good and frightened.
... A girl, especially a girl in your place, hasn't any business
being mixed up in any mess, much less with a young millionaire. ...
That's why I'm not minding my own business. You work for me, don't
you--and ain't I responsible for you, sort of? Well, then? Were you
with Bonbright last night?"
"Yes, sir.
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