ich of them carried off the honors. Come to think of it, Mrs. Wilford was clever, too. She has to be. Anyhow, Mrs. Lathrop went a step farther. 'They know about the Greenwich Village stuff, now.' What's that, Kennedy? You never told me that." There was something reproachful in D
oyle's voice, assumed, no doubt, but still there, as much as to say that he was taking Kennedy into his confidence and expected a return. Kennedy stole a glance at me and I understood. It was just this that had impelled Doyle to come to us. He had not understood it himself an
d, in order to keep up with us, was obliged to take us into his own confidence. Briefly Kennedy related,  with an occasional word from me, what had happened since the river-front-saloon raid. "Oh, I see," remarked Doyle, though any one could tell that he really did not see.
"That's what she meant when she went on and said, 'About Freud and all that, Honora. Zona Dare told me, over the 'phone. That's why I came over.' "'Indeed, Vina, you needn't have troubled yourself,' was Mrs. Wilford's reply. 'It's a matter of perfect indifference to me how much