“Then straighten out a few uncertain points. Where are the emeralds?”
“Goodness! I don’t know! That foolish letter wasn’t written to me.”
“To whom, then?”
“I don’t know that, either. Some one of Eric’s lady friends, I suppose. Fancy my wanting him to divorce his wife and marry me!”
Bobsy looked at her narrowly, distrusting every word. This girl, he felt sure, was far from being as ingenuous as she looked.
“But he was in love with you?”
Natalie blushed, a real, natural girl blush.
“I can’t help that, Mr. Roberts. I am, unfortunately, a type that men admire. It is the cross of my life that every one is attracted by my silly doll-face!”
Bobsy Roberts laughed outright, at this naïve wail of woe.
“You needn’t laugh, I’m in earnest. I get so sick of having men fall in love with me, that I’d like to go and live on a desert island!”