Narcisse blurted it out: "Is Horace Armstrong a man who can be trusted?
Is he straight?" Then, as Neva did not answer immediately, she hastened
on, "Please forget what I asked you. It really doesn't matter, and----"
Neva interrupted her with a frank, friendly smile. "Don't be uneasy,"
she said. "He and I are excellent friends. He calls often. I don't
know a thing about him in a business way. But-- Well, Narcisse, I'm
sure he'd not do anything small and mean."
"That's all I wished to know."
A few minutes after Neva left, Narcisse, white but calm, sent for her
brother. "How deeply have you entangled yourself in those fraudulent
vouchers?" she asked, when they were shut in together.