"'I didn't tell Strelsa that you were coming,' she whispered."
Quarren's features stiffened:
"Does she?"
"Why—this morning I said carelessly to Jim that I meant to ask you, and Strelsa came into my room later and begged me not to ask you until she had left."
"Why?" inquired the boy, grimly.
"I really don't know, Ricky——"
"Yes, you do. What has happened?"
"You're certainly rude enough——"