"John," he asked, "why did you pull up on the road there?"
There was no immediate answer. The slightest of frowns formed itself upon the younger man's face.
"How did you know that I pulled up?"
"I was sitting with the window open, listening for you. I came outside to see what had happened, and I saw your lights standing still."
"I had a fancy to stop for a moment," John said; "nothing more."
"You aren't letting your thoughts dwell upon that woman?"
"I have thought about her sometimes," John answered, almost defiantly. "What's the harm? I'm still here, am I not?"
Stephen crossed the room. From the drawer of the old mahogany sideboard he produced an illustrated paper. He turned back the frontispiece fiercely and held it up.
"Do you see that, John?"
"I've seen it already."