"I am reasonably sure," said the girl with some of her former serenity.
"But this—this is unbelievable!" cried Peter. "You never saw me before to-day. Why, you're a nice girl. You're not the kind of girl who runs away with a man at first sight. You're not in love with me at all. Not at all. Miss Borria——"
A flame of hot suspicion shot athwart Peter's mind. He seized her hands, glared into her eyes, dragged her to her feet.
"See here!" he clamored. "Tell me what you really want. What's your game, eh? You're a wise little bird, you are. I may look stupid, I may not see all the way through this talk you've been giving me. You're holding back. What is it? Come on! Out with it!"
She was not disturbed in the least at his harshness, nor did she seemingly disapprove of the rough way he handled her.
"I am married," she said simply.
CHAPTER IV
To Peter this revelation was like the addition of a single grain to a bucket brimming with sand.
"Well, what of it?" he barked.