“Is this a proposition?”
“Yes, it’s a proposition.”
“All right. Go on.”
“I want to live at the Cafe Sinister during the week our deal for the lease is on. I’ll take rooms in your—a—hotel, upstairs.
“And I’ll be around the cafe, and making myself at home generally,” added Miss Masters, reassuringly.
“Go as far as you like,” answered Druce, “and if you need a body guard,” he added, with a knowing wink, “why, you know me.”
Miss Masters’ eyes narrowed. “I told you I could look out for myself,” she answered.
“You’ll have to look out for yourself,” retorted Druce significantly.
“Let me do the worrying about that.”
Druce was silent. He had determined to accept Miss Masters’ offer. He felt that she was walking into his trap and yet, so great had grown his respect for her that he did not know his next move.