“I should like to believe anything you tell me, but I can’t believe anything else than that Mr. Means stands behind this whole mess. Just why, I don’t know, but it looks very much as though there is a skeleton concealed 201 in his closet, and he’s afraid that I’m going to let it out.”
“Why did you say that?”
“I don’t know. I can’t see what connection I could possibly have with the man.”
“You are talking nonsense!”
“Perhaps, but truth sometimes masquerades in the garb of the court fool.”
“Just what do you mean?”
“I wish to heaven I knew!”
“Do you think–––” She paused. She searched his face, which was dimly and fitfully lighted by the moonbeams as they broke through the phantom-like clouds that were beginning to sweep the heavens. “Tell me, please, just what it is you are thinking.”
“I dare not. But there is some reason not yet come to light, and it is sheltered in the mind of Mr. Means.”
“Perhaps he knew you before you entered the ministry?” she half suggested, half questioned.