“Have you any of these letters?”
“No.”
“Any copies of them?”
“No. . . . As a matter of fact—she’s not aware that I know she ’s been receiving them.”
“And how do you know it?”
“I had felt, for some time that there was something wrong. I had to take measures to protect myself.”
“I see. Have you noticed anything else—besides the letters?”
“Well, I ’ve had an idea that I was being followed on the street, and I supposed that the person interested in separating us had employed some crooked private detective to work up a case against me.”
“I see.”
“And I thought that if I could employ you to put men with me, I could have their testimony to refute any that might be manufactured against me.”
“Our office,” Babbing said, “does n’t handle divorce cases.”
