“I don’t understand,” she said; “you told me that he——”
He had anticipated her question.
“So I did,” he interrupted quickly, “but I have no proof; and lately I have come to doubt it. At any rate, this will disclose the truth. If my scheme works, he will follow into Hell itself.”
“A strikingly appropriate name for your Castle, dear,” she laughed.
He nodded and smiled.
“And what if the scheme doesn’t work?” she asked.
“In that event, the laugh is on me, and we must devise another means to draw him there.”
“Which will be quite fruitless, I can assure you.”
“Then we will fight it out here,” he said, “and I shall doubly need you.”
“And you’ll get me, doubly welcome.”... She lit a cigarette and passed it to him; and lit another for herself. “Now, how are we to contrive to set the trap?”