“How did you get here?” she demanded sharply.
“I told the people at the desk—I know ’em all here—that you’d telephoned for me, and had asked me to come right up. Your door was not locked. That’s all.”
“But how did you know I was staying here?”
“I’m afraid you were followed from the Mordona last night,” he answered placidly.
“How many know this?”
“Two or three—not many more,” answered the little lawyer.
So then she was not to have her few unmolested days in which to mature and execute her present designs. Her dangers were in point of time closer to her than she had thought. Well, she must work all the more quickly, all the more skillfully.
She seated herself, and he resumed his chair. “Of course you’ve come here for a reason, Mr. Loveman. What is it?”
“That was a fine little idea, Mary, we originally worked out for this affair,” he began amiably—“for you to marry Jack Morton, keep the matter quiet until you were fixed solid with Jack, and until conditions developed so that you could win over his father. Yes, a fine little idea. It would have landed you at the top, where nothing ever could have touched you.”
“What are you thinking of now?” she asked sharply.