Madame Dupres was clever enough to see that no good could come of prolonging an interview for which now there was an excuse to break up.
"Take me in to lunch, Harris," she said, slipping her arm familiarly into his. "Good-morning, gentlemen."
Somehow I felt that she would have liked to add, "And if you see the Baroness, tell her I have beaten her to it."
Ames watched them depart with an air of cynical satisfaction, paused a moment, then in turn excused himself from us.
What did it mean? What was behind all this intrigue. Was it merely to get this cattle contract, big as that was?
We lunched together at the St. Quentin, and it was evident that Madame Dupres was doing her best to smooth over the ruffled feelings of her lover.
Luncheon over, Kennedy plunged with redoubled energy into his laboratory investigation. He said little, but I could tell from his manner that he had found something that was very fascinating to him.