She simply continued to stare; and if ever I saw suspicion in human eyes, I saw it in hers.
"What do you think yourself?" I inquired with a smile. "I have no doubt you are more weatherwise than I."
Then at last she spoke, and I thought I had never heard a more sinister remark.
"Maybe it will be a fine day for some," she replied.
"I hope I may be one of them!" I said as cheerfully as possible.
She said not one word in reply, and her silence completed the ominous innuendo.
It struck me that a word of explanation would be advisable.
"My bicycle broke down," I said, "and I took the liberty of bringing it in here to repair it."
Her baleful gaze turned upon my hapless motor-cycle.
"What for did you have to mend it in here?" she inquired; very pertinently, I could not but admit.