“What is that to you, sir?” she trilled.
“Simply that I shall not even consider surrendering the articles, assuming that I have them, to any one but you.”
“You will surrender them to me?” she whispered.
“I won’t surrender them to any one else.”
“In other words, I have a chance to get them. No one else has a chance?”
“Precisely.”
“Very well, I accept. Make the appointment, Mr. Harleston.”
“Will five o’clock this afternoon be convenient?”
“Perfectly—if it can’t be sooner,” she replied, after a momentary pause. “And the place?”
“Where you will,” he answered. He wanted her to fix it so that he could judge of her good faith.