"They drove us both three-quarters mad, I think, before they took Marion away to separate us. Then, afterward, I met this barn boss' daughter. I don't know now how I came to drift into such an affair. I thought they'd succeed in getting Marion married to someone over there. She wrote me how hard they were trying to do that. They'd kept her over there so long I thought my love for her had weakened."
Peewee could not hear Jeffrey Markyn's reply to that; the other's words were clear.
"Of course not! This Helen Lampert knew that I would never marry her; she'd understood that from the beginning, and that it must end whenever I decided. But I furnished an apartment for her."
Jeffrey Markyn spoke again; the inflection of his voice showed he had asked a question.
His brother answered. "About two years. Then Marion came back."
It appeared to Peewee that this conversation was not getting easier to understand but harder. What had been "about two years?"
"I admit that, Jeffrey. You don't yet know
