The girl was fascinated. Her strength returned as Clarendon released her arms. She extended her hands.
As they rested on the man’s shoulders, Thelda raised her face beseechingly, her lips seeking a kiss.
“Speak to me first,” commanded Clarendon.
Thelda clung closely to the man in black, still held by the power of those searching eyes.
“You loved Albert Palermo,” said Clarendon.
“I love him no longer,” whispered Thelda.
“He ordered you to seek me.”
“Yes.”
“Where is he now?”
“I do not know.”