He took her hand and caught her meaning,
"So am I, Miss Violet," he answered. "Let's have something."
Violet turned to the servant.
"Cassie," she said, "bring up a couple of bottles."
She waited for the door to close, and then sat down beside Dyker.
"Speak low," she cautioned. "That girl will listen if she can. You'll have to pretend to be making love to me."
Dyker regarded her with smiling approval. Her blue eyes shone with excitement and red blood fought through the rouge on cheek and fully ripe mouth.
"What you ask will be both easy and pleasant," he answered.
"No, no; none of that. This is no time for bluffing. Put your arm around my shoulder. That way. Now then, you heard what I told you in the hall?"
Dyker, with his type's disinclination to take seriously anything that any woman has to say upon serious matters, smiled assent.