Aynesworth found her rug and wrapped it around her. She leaned back and closed her eyes.
“I shall try to sleep,” she said. “I had such a shocking night.”
He understood at once that she was on her guard, and he changed his tactics.
“First,” he said, “may I ask you a question?”
She opened her eyes wide, and looked at him. She was afraid.
“Not now,” she said hurriedly. “This afternoon.”
“This afternoon I may not have the opportunity,” he answered. “Is your husband going to meet you at New York, Mrs. Travers?”
“No!”
“Are you going direct to Boston?”
She looked at him steadily. There was a slight flush of color in her cheeks.