She set her small, white teeth grimly and clasped her hands behind her.
He looked down at her, as a mastiff at a barking pug, and, throwing back his head, laughed heartily, clapping his hands softly.
"Bravo, Methodist burglar! You seem an expert, and find locked doors no barrier. What would Eglah think of your breaking into my room, and into my correspondence?"
"Shall we ask her? Only my promise not to mention this matter to her prevents me from telling her as quickly and frankly as I have told you. May I speak to her?"
"Madam, you possess an arsenal of mental reservations, and I doubt whether you can keep a promise."
"I can be silent against my will, and even in defiance of my judgment. Try me."
"Then consider yourself on probation. Where is my hoax of a note?"
"Under your pillow, where you left it."
His eyes twinkled, and his voice shook as with suppressed laughter.
"A woman's curiosity cost us Eden. My dear little lady, what did you discover in my anonymous letter?"