"Mr. Swift," she began, in a straightforward manner, "it was simply impossible for me not to have sought you out—if not here, then at the police station, or wherever it is you make your headquarters."
I remarked that a message would have brought me speedily to her.
"Oh, no!" in quick protestation. "There is no place where we could have been private—to-day. And, besides, I would n't have put you to so much trouble."
"Trouble!" I interrupted. "I would have been only too glad."
She smiled at my warmth, proceeding:
"Anyhow, I succeeded in finding you alone; now tell me—truly—am I bothering you?"
"Truly, you are not bothering me in the least. I can fancy nothing nicer than sitting just like this and talking—with you. It's so—so—"
"Comfy?"—archly.
"Exactly. But that's a woman's word; I never would have thought of it."
The handsome eyes flashed a look at me which made me hastily revise my opinion that she was entirely free from any trace of coquetry.