"
Peter Phipps was a little staggered.
"Perhaps you don't know," he said, "that your husband's salary for doing
nothing is four thousand pounds a year."
"I suppose you think him worth that," Josephine answered coldly, "or you
would not pay it."
"He is worth nothing at all," Phipps declared bluntly. "I put him on the
Board and I am paying him four thousand a year for a reason which I am
surprised you have never guessed."
"How on earth should I?" Josephine demanded. "I know nothing whatever
about business. On the face of it, I should think you were mad."
"We will leave the reason for Lord Dredlinton's appointment alone for the
moment," Phipps continued. "I imagined that it would be gratifying to
you. I imagined that the four thousand a year would be of some account in
your housekeeping."
"You were entirely wrong, then," Josephine replied. "Whatever Lord
Dredlinton may draw from your company, he has kept. Not one penny of it
has come to me, directly or indirectly."
Phipps was staggered. He did not doubt for a second, however, that he was
listening to the truth.
"Say, this is the worst thing ever!" he declared. "Why, what do you
suppose your husband does with the money?"
"I have no idea, nor have I any interest."
"Come, come!" Phipps murmured. "That's bad. Of course," he went on, his
eyes narrowing a little as he watched his companion closely, as though
to estimate the effect of his words, "of course, I knew that Lord
Dredlinton had other interests in life besides his domestic ones, but I
had no idea that he carried things to such a length.
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