“Secrets!” she repeated, a little scornfully. “I shouldn’t think he has any. I should imagine his daily life could be investigated without the least fear.”
“You’d imagine wrong, then.”
“But how interesting! You excite my curiosity. And must you continue to hold my wrist?”
“Let me pull down the top of this desk, then.”
“No!”
“Why not?”
“I intend to examine those papers.”
With a quick movement he gained a momentary advantage and shut the desk down. The key, however, disturbed by the jerk, fell on to the carpet, and Catherine possessed herself of it. She sprang lightly back from him and pressed the bell.
“D——n you, what are you going to do now?” he demanded.
“You will see,” she replied. “Don’t come any nearer, or you may find that I can be unpleasant.”