"A needle in a haystack," I answered, suddenly suspicious that she might know something of the fugitive. "Will you help me search?"
"I--I hardly appreciate your humor," haughtily. "Is--is it Captain Le Gaire?"
"Why do you suspect that, Miss Willifred? Is it because you imagine the man may be here?"
"Because I know he got away; because I know your feeling toward him, your effort to take his life."
"You know! What is all this?" so stunned I could scarcely articulate. "Surely your father--"
"I know of no reason why my father should be dragged into this affair."
"But he was present; he surely told you what occurred."
"He said the two of you went out to fight; that it was a dishonorable affair. He gave me no particulars, and I asked none--I already knew what had taken place."
"Then you have seen Le Gaire since--is that so?"
She turned her back toward me, and stepped into the hall. The action was defiant, almost insulting.