"But she has no suspicion of any certain person?"
"Goodness, no! How could she have? Of course, we agreed that it was some vampire; but we can't decide which one. Most of the women we know don't go in for killing men; and a heap of them are married, anyway."
"Anyway?"
"Yes. You wouldn't expect a nice chap like Roland to be eloping with a married woman, would you? Not in real life?"
Carroll with difficulty concealed a smile. The girl was a refreshing mixture of world-old wisdom and almost childish innocence. She was a type new to him, and, as such, absorbingly interesting.
"How about Miss Gresham's brother?" he inquired idly. "How does he take it?"
"Oh, Garry seems all upset, too; but then the more I talk to people, the more I think I'm the only level-headed one in the world. I haven't got a bit excited over it, have I?"
"Not a bit. And now"—Carroll rose and reached for the check—"suppose we go?"
"Where?" she asked naively.
The opening was too obvious.