“I do.”
“I can’t imagine what it is about.”
“You have been friendly with a man named Dick Darwin?”
Dora started. She laid down her knife and fork, and looked at the detective, with amazement depicted upon every line of her handsome face.
“You heard what passed between us a while ago?” she ejaculated.
“I did,” Carter calmly replied, and he smiled.
“Then you know that I have thrown him over?”
“Yes.”
“I do not intend to have anything more to do with him.”
“Do you really mean that?”