“Yes,” she said, “but I don’t know how long I’ll be here. I certainly haven’t accomplished much so far.”
He was silent, and to Lexy his silence was very eloquent.
“I came here for a definite purpose,” she told him. “I haven’t forgotten that, and I’m not likely to forget it.”
“I know,” said he, “but—”
“But,” interrupted Lexy, “I know very well what you’re thinking—that it’s a wild-goose chase, and that I’m a young idiot. Isn’t that it?”
“I don’t mean that,” he protested; “only—don’t you see?”
“I don’t!” Lexy grimly denied. “You’ve thought over the talk we had last night, and you’ve decided that it was all nonsense.”
“No, Miss Moran—not nonsense; but we were both a bit tired then, and perhaps a bit overwrought.”
“All right!” said Lexy. “Don’t go on! No—please drop it. I’ve talked too much, anyhow. From now on I’m not going to talk to any one about my little job. I’m going to go ahead in my own way, alone.”
“You can’t,” said Captain Grey firmly. “I’m here, you know.”