"How would you decide it, Maynadier?"
"I do not know—I am glad it is not necessary that I decide it."
Colonel Sharpe flung his pipe on the table, scattering the hot ashes broadcast.
"Damn it! Maynadier, I do not know what to do!" he exclaimed. "I shall put it off until morning; sleep, sometimes, solves problems."
Maynadier arose. "And Miss Stirling," he said—"she will not disclose what is in the letter?"
"No—but to make sure, I will caution her, at once," and, seizing his cane, he hurried out.
"Where have you been, sir?" Miss Marbury inquired, as Maynadier came face to face with her in the drawing-room doorway.
"Not where I wanted to be," he said.
"And where is that?"