Murray gave her clear glance back again, and then his face broke into a radiant grin.
“You certainly had it on me,” he said, twinkling his eyes, “I might have known I couldn’t get away with a thing like that anywhere on the face of this little globe. But say, why didn’t you give me away?”
Anita was nearer liking him then than she had ever been before. She looked at him with a warm friendly smile.
“I had a notion it might be better to let the Lord work it out,” she said.
“He has!” said Murray soberly. “I shall never cease to thank God for bringing me here.”
“There’s one thing more,” said Anita gravely, “I wish you would tell me just how much Allan Murray had to do with this?”
“Allan Murray! Why not one thing, only that I have been using his name and his things and his position.”
“And you don’t know where he is? You have no evidence that he was killed in that wreck?” There was an undertone of deep anxiety in her voice.
He gave her a quick, comprehending glance.
“I don’t know a thing yet,” he said gravely. “I’ve been wondering that myself every day I’ve been here, and wishing I knew, but I’m going to make it my next business to find out. Within the next twenty-four hours, if possible. I’ll let you know the result if you would like me to.”