"Tom! What if it should be a chance?"
"But, Jane it can't—"
With a faint little cry, almost as though she were hurt, she broke from him and fled toward the house through the moonlight.
He stood alone, the feel of her lips still on his, heart leaping, mind swirling. And, looking down, he saw that in his hand he held the little gold locket.
CHAPTER XV
WAR!
So, for Jane and Tom, at least, Hepburn came into the open.
And for Hepburn, these two displayed their hands.
Of greater consequence, Beck's reserve, his caution was swept away. He had taken his big chance!