She glanced up for an instant. "Did he know you were coming out here to me?" she asked.
"He did." There was a queer note of dry exultation in Max's reply.
"Oh, Max!" Her head went back to its resting-place. "He thought I didn't like you, you know. What—what did he say?"
"He told me I was a fool," said Max.
Olga laughed. "Dear Dad! I suppose he thought you were wasting your time over a wild goose chase."
"Yes; he didn't anticipate my catching my wild goose, I admit. Kersley on the other hand was so confident that he practically hoofed me out of England. He wants a married partner, you know, so perhaps he was not altogether disinterested."
Again the complacent note sounded in Max's voice.
Olga's fingers closed tightly on his hand. "Is that why you are so anxious to get married?" she asked, in a muffled voice.
Max's fingers responded so swiftly and so mercilessly that she cried out with the pain. "Max! How brutal!"
"You deserved it," said Max without compunction.