“No—that is, yes.”
“You spoke truly the first time. He did not send for you and you came of your own accord. Was he surprised to see you?”
“He didn’t say so.”
“What did he say? What was his first word?”
“Why—I don’t know. He said—‘Anita! You!’—or something like that.”
“And kissed you?”
“Yes.” And then a sudden wave of crimson spread over the scared little face. It was evident she had not voluntarily made the admission. It had slipped out as her memory was busy with the scene.
“I won’t stand it!” she cried, “I can’t stand it! Mr. Trask, save me from this terrible man!”
Maurice Trask sitting near her, held out his hand, and Miss Mystery took it. It seemed to reassure her, and she said, “Remember, you’re my lawyer. Don’t let him question me any more. Tell him things yourself—”
“But he doesn’t know things—” said Stone, gravely.