Her eyes mocked me.
"The cleverest of all conspirators," she said, as she came to a standstill outside her dressing room and waved her hand to Rose and Leonard, "are those who do not fear to tell the truth. Lies lead far on the road to failure, but we each have our own methods."
"Believe me," I assured her earnestly, "I have never heard of you in my life except from the newspapers."
"And you have never seen me before?"
"Never!"
She looked at me steadfastly. Her dark, heavily lidded eyes seemed a little contracted; her lips smiled as though they had a joke to themselves. She was a strange-looking creature.
"Well," she conceded, "granted that this is our first meeting—what of it, Monsieur?"
"I pray that it may not be our last," I answered, with ready sincerity.
Her fingers strayed to the knob of the door.
"You will receive your belated instructions before very long," she said. "Then I shall make it easy for you. You may visit me when you like. I live at 96, Milan Court. And so, Monsieur!"