Looking into Lillian's eyes, he
smiled. "Good-bye!" he said, holding out his hand. "I think
we've finished--for to-day."
She slowly extended her fingers. Her expression and attitude
were slightly puzzled--a puzzlement that was either
spontaneous or singularly well assumed. As their hands
touched she smiled again.
"Will you drop in at the 'Arcadian' to-night?" she said.
"It's the dramatized version of 'Other Men's Shoes!' The
temptation to make you see it was too irresistible--as you
know."
There was a pause while she waited for his answer--her head
inclined to one side, her green eyes gleaming.
Loder, conscious of her regard, hesitated for a moment. Then
his face cleared. "Right!" he said, slowly. "'The Arcadian'
tonight!"
XXIX
Loder's frame of mind as he left Cadogan Gardens was peculiar.
Once more he was living in the present--the forceful,
exhilarating present, and the knowledge braced him. Upon one
point his mind was satisfied. Lillian Astrupp had found the
telegram, and it remained to him to render her find valueless.
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