She gave him a curious glance. He saw that it would not do to make admissions of any sort; they were inclined to be dangerous.
“I only ventured out of the smoking room upon one or two occasions,” remarked he. “And then the rooms were so crowded.”
“Oh, yes; that is true.”
But he could see that she was far from being satisfied, for she immediately came back to the subject.
“You are not a very ardent lover, it would seem,” she laughed. “I should think that a man would be breathless in his search for his lady-love, anywhere in which he had occasion to think she would be.”
“It is just possible,” answered Kenyon, slowly, “that I did not dream of finding her here.”
She looked at him quickly, and he felt her small hand tighten upon his arm.
“You are thinking of the affair of a few nights ago at Hong Yo’s,” she cried. “Oh, how dreadful, how horrible it must have been. And before her very eyes.”
“You have heard about it, then?”
“Griscom informed me. And then Dallas also told me, afterwards. But she was compelled to return here. No matter what has been done we cannot leave here, now.”