“Sure! Why should I deceive you?”
“That’s the question,” said Nick. “I think that you have.”
He had leaned nearer to her while taking a chair, so near that his head almost touched hers, for she then was seated.
“That I have deceived you?” she asked, gazing at him.
“Surely.”
“How so?”
“Some person was smoking a cigarette here within a very few minutes.”
Kate Crandall laughed and tossed her head.
“Dear me, is that why you think so?” she said derisively. “Really, Mr. Carter, you are not near as keen and clever as you think you are.”
“No?”