"Or," said I, "you may not have dropped it then."
"What do you mean?" she said bluntly.
"Thusis," said I, "what do you mean by wearing a pistol under your chamber-robe?"
After a long silence she looked up at me.
"A guess?"
"No. I felt it when you ran into me in the dark."
She hesitated, then:
"If I should say that I am timid you wouldn't believe me. Would you, Michael?"
"No."
"Then—what do you wish me to tell you?"