"I hate your insinuations, Christina! Some day you will find out what a splendid man Ronnie is—and then you'll be surprised."
"I shall," admitted Christina, and later, when Evie was dropping into sleep, "Who did Ambrose kill?"
"Eh—? I don't know. Somebody in Paris—" Another long silence.
"He must have been a terrible villain!"
"Who, Sault?"
"No, the man he killed," said Christina.
She lay awake for a long time. It was two o'clock when she heard his key in the lock. She raised her head, listening to the creaking of the stairs as he came up. He had to pass her room and she whispered: "Good night, Ambrose!"
"Good night, Christina."
She blew a kiss at the door.