"The exhibition I've made of myself," she said, her voice still very low.
"Well," he smiled, "that's a matter of opinion. But why are you afraid?"
"Oh," she exclaimed. "You know of course!"
He stared at her blankly.
"I pass; I can't play to that!" he replied. "I honestly do not know, Miss Farmond."
Her eyes opened very wide.
"That's what I meant when I said I was puzzled. You must know—and yet——!"
She broke off and looked at him doubtfully.
"Look here," said he, "some one's got to solve this mystery, and I'll risk a leading question. Why did you run away?"