He hunched his shoulders. “A whim, perhaps.”
“All right. I’ll go up and pack.”
She walked slowly out of the office, her brows drawn together with thought. At the door she turned:
“You remind me of some one I once knew. I can’t remember who it was. He used to screw up his shoulders just like that.”
Before he could make up his mind whether or not to assist her memory, she was gone.
CHAPTER II—A SUMMER’S NIGHT
He had hurried so as not to keep her waiting. By the time he had brought his car round to the hotel the clocks were striking eleven. He throttled down his engine; it didn’t seem worth while shutting it off, since she might appear at any moment. Its muffled throbbing in the shadowy street seemed the panting of his heart How impatient he was to see her! Running up the steps, he peered into the hall.
The landlady approached him with a severe expression. “She sent word for me to tell you she’d be down directly. These—these are strange goings-on. Dangerous vagaries, I call them. It’s none of my business—me not being your mother nor related; but I do hope you know what you’re doing, young gentleman.”