"What is your plan?" she asked, from back of a thin cloud of smoke.
"I haven't any plan," Stephanie replied, pouring herself another cup of coffee. "It was only a reconnoissance, made on the spur of the moment——"
"Made on the horns of the bull! I should say," Gladys smiled. "What is your next move?"
"I don't know."
"Do you want me to ask him to Criss-Cross?"
"No—not yet."
"Well—if you do, I'll ask him," said Gladys. "We're in this thing to win, you know. But it would not be wise, I think, to have him and Montague Pendleton at the same time."
"No, decidedly no!" said Stephanie—"at least, for the present."