"When you first came into the room," he said, quietly, "you
said 'I thought it would be you.' Why did you say that?"
Again she smiled--the smile that might be malicious or might
be merely amused. "Oh," she answered at last, "I only meant
that though I had been told Jack Chilcote wanted me, it wasn't
Jack Chilcote I expected to see!"
After her statement there was a pause. Loder's position was
difficult. Instinctively convinced that, strong in the
possession of her proof, she was enjoying his tantalized
discomfort, he yet craved the actual evidence that should set
his suspicions to rest. Acting upon the desire, he made a new
beginning.
"Do you know why I came?" he asked.
Lillian looked up innocently. "It's so hard to be certain of
anything in this world," she said. "But one is always at
liberty to guess."
Again he was perplexed. Her attitude was not quite the
attitude of one who controls the game, and yet--He looked at
her with a puzzled scrutiny. Women for him had always spelled
the incomprehensible; he was at his best, his strongest, his
surest in the presence of men.
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