Birdie's feverish eyes fastened upon him.
"Have you just come from Clarke's?"
"Yes."
"Is Mac there?"
Dan's face hardened.
"I don't know anything about him."
"No; and you don't want to! If there's one person in this world I hate, it's Mac Clarke."
"Same here," said Dan, drawn to her by the attraction of a common antipathy.
"Thinks he can do what he pleases," went on Birdie, bitterly, "with his good looks and easy ways. He'll have a lot to answer for!"
Dan sat with his fists locked, staring at the floor. A dozen questions burned on his lips, but he could not bring himself to ask them.