But the menace of his looks did not even ripple the countess’s repose.
“Then you refuse?”
“Most emphatically!”
“Well, anyhow, this first request was of minor importance,” she said easily. “And besides, for that matter, I know my question’s answer.”
He gave a slight start, then his face was again a cold mask.
“Indeed,” he said calmly. “How?”
“Oh, I could not help doing a little thinking—guessing—putting this and that together.”
“And my purpose?”
“To get Mr. Drexel out of the way.”
“Well?”