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 Vermont showed how little interested he was in the matter by turning to the open window and gazing out across the roadway. In the bend behind the bushes he could hear the voices of men and the stamping of a horse, and doubted not that it was there the wrecked car lay. Cu- rious the part that motor cars seemed latterly to be playing in his life.

“You have found the experiment success- ful?”

The voice came to him like a low lingering sneer and took him completely by surprise. Fortunately his face was turned away or the other might have marked the sudden start, the quick confusion.

“Quite.”

“You're lucky. I suppose you married for love?”

“I cannot imagine a man marrying for any other reason.”

“Nor I; that’s the trouble. Men are such infernal fools. A woman can always play tricks with a man in love. They’re a crafty tribe, Vermont; clever as Satan, deep as hell.”

“So I have heard.”

“But you haven’t found ’em out yet?”