She knew Alice Pettengill was in town and at her
brother's house. She had been there for a whole day and parts of two
others. She would save her money and at the same time learn the truth.
Turning to Quincy she said, "I cannot afford to pay you, or rather my
mother, a thousand dollars for the secret. It is not worth it. I will
not ask you again for her name, but if you will answer me one simple
question I will absolve you from your promise."
Quincy reflected. He knew that Lindy was deep and that she was plotting
something while she stood at the window. But he wished this matter over,
he was tired of it, so he replied, "I will answer your simple question,
Miss Putnam, on one condition. It is that you will not deem me guilty
of any intentional discourtesy if, after replying to it, I at once take
my leave."
They faced each other, she hardly able to conceal her impatience, he
with a stern look upon his face.
"My simple question is this, Mr. Sawyer, have you ever eaten a meal at
the same table with my mother's heiress?"
"I have never seen her," replied Quincy coldly.
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