The door softly opened and closed and the girl stood before him in the white moonlight, her rounded figure plainly showing against the shimmering kimono as the breeze through the window pressed the delicate silk against her flesh.
He turned on her angrily:
"How dare you?"
"'How dare you?'"
"Why, I haven't done anything, major!" she answered softly. "I just came in to pick up that basket of trash I forgot this morning"—she spoke in low, lingering tones.
He rose, walked in front of her, looked her in the eye and quietly said:
"You're lying."
"Why, major——"