“I suppose you won’t tell me why you are so confident of the fact?”
Moreno shook his head. “No, I certainly won’t. In this business, never let your left hand know what your right hand doeth.”
She shot at him a rather coquettish glance, which thrilled him just a little. She was certainly a very pretty and fascinating woman.
“I am to be trusted, really, you know,” she pleaded. “I can be as close as wax.”
“I will tell you some day,” he answered. He thought, as he spoke, the day might be a very long one.
“But you will tell Contraras and everybody then,” she pouted. “I thought we had been such pails.”
It suddenly dawned upon him that this adventuress, as he had always looked upon her, was falling in love with him. He was not quite certain that he was not falling in love a little bit with her. If he were only certain that in her were the makings of a good woman! But he would require great proofs of that.
He broke a rather embarrassed silence.
“Well, now you will get your revenge on Guy Rossett.”
“I am not quite so certain that I want it now.” She spoke in a very low voice.