"Dan!"
"I—I beg your pardon. But … what am I to do? You are sure——?"
"McClusky himself is on the nearest corner!"
"Phew!" he whistled; and stared at her, searchingly, through a lengthening pause.
"Dan…." said she at length.
"Yes?"
"There is a way…."
"Go on."
"Last night, Dan"—she raised her glorious eyes to his—"last night, I
… I trusted you."
His face hardened ever so slightly; yet when he took thought the tense lines about his eyes and mouth softened. And she drew a deep breath, knowing that she had all but won.