His hand ran over her golden head in a gentle caress and his face, as Bojo saw it, was strained and grim, though his words were light:
"But I'm not going to lose those twenty millions, not if I can help it!"
Patsie sprang up laughing, caught Bojo's signal and ran out crying:
"Back in a moment. Must see how mother is."
When the curtains, billowing out at her tumultuous exit, had fluttered back to rest, Bojo said quietly:
"Mr. Drake, is that what you wish me to believe?"
"Eh, what's that?" said Drake, looking up.
"Am I to believe what you've just told?"
There was a long moment between them, while each studied the other.
"How far can I trust you?" said Drake slowly.