XV
BLACKMAIL
She came in swiftly, stirring the sultry stillness of the studio with a little breeze from her gown, faintly fragrant.
“Garry, dear!—” She gave him both her hands and looked at him; and he saw the pink tint of excitement in her cheeks and her dark eyes brilliant.
“Thessa, this is charming of you——”
“No! I came——” She cast a swift glance around her, beheld Westmore, gave him one hand as he came forward.
“How do you do?” she said, almost breathlessly, plainly controlling some inward excitement.
But Westmore retained her hand and laid the other over it.
“You said you’d come to the Ritz——”