“I want you to tell me something, Captain Tremayne, and I want you to be frank with me.”
“I hope I could never be anything else.”
“I want you to treat me as you would treat a man, a friend of your own sex.”
Tremayne sighed. He had recovered from the surprise of her coming and was again his imperturbable self.
“I assure you that is the last way in which I desire to treat you. But if you insist—”
“I do.” She had frowned slightly at the earlier part of his speech, with its subtle, half-jesting gallantry, and she spoke sharply now.
“I bow to your will,” said Captain Tremayne.
“What has Dick Butler been doing?”
He looked into her face with sharply questioning eyes.
“What was it that happened at Tavora?”