"You and I have every reason to congratulate each other," he said, in a low voice. "We can now go ahead and win. The road is clear for us both."
"What do you mean—what have you done?"
"Nothing," he answered, as Mrs. Cary reentered. "You will know in a day or two. And then—well, the game will be in our hands, Miss Cary."
Mrs. Cary, who had caught the last remark, looked quickly and suspiciously from one to the other.
"What's that you are talking about?" she demanded. "What game is in your hands, Beaty?"
Travers smiled frankly.
"Miss Cary and I are working out a bridge problem," he explained. "We have just discovered a solution to a difficulty. That's all."
His smile deepened as he glanced across at Beatrice, but there was no response on her grave face. She half turned away from him, and for the first time he thought that the climate was telling on her. She looked white and harassed.