"
"What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to marry Simpkins to Miss King, of course. I thought we
settled that last night."
"Don't keep up that joke, J. J. It was all very well pulling my leg
last night, and I didn't mind it a bit; but a thing like that gets to
be stale the next morning."
"There's no joke that I can see," said Meldon. "If you read the papers
with any sort of attention lately, you'd understand that Mrs. Lorimer
is the last woman in the world who can be regarded as comic."
"We weren't talking about Mrs. Lorimer."
"Yes, we were. We were talking about Miss King, and she is Mrs.
Lorimer; although at present she prefers to be called Miss King. I
think she's quite right. It would be extremely bad taste to go on
using poor Lorimer's name after what she did to him. He wouldn't like
it. You wouldn't like it yourself, Major, if she'd killed you."
"I don't know that she did kill him," said the Major. "Even supposing
that you're right in identifying the two women--which of course you're
not--you'd still have no earthly right to assume that Mrs. Lorimer is a
murderess. The jury found her innocent."
"Of course it did.
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