"How did you know that?" he asked.
"Randell," she replied.
"Good Heavens!" he cried, "you haven't been to my rooms again."
"Naturally not," she returned coldly. "Your servant brought a pair of gloves to my hotel, which I left at your rooms."
The Secretary bit his lips and changed the conversation, and made a mental note of the fact that if Randell was becoming talkative, he would have to go.
"You asked me," he said, "if I had discovered one of the agents of this mysterious treaty of which you seem to know so much. Perhaps you will tell me if you have?"
"Yes," she said, smiling.
"Who is it?" he asked.
"Ah!" she cried. "I thought I should break down your reserve."
"Well," he said sheepishly, "what have you to say?"