“Then you put it,” he said quietly, “to a test of friendship.”
“Yes,” she answered readily.
He thought for a moment. Well, here was the opportunity to find out whether Monty was right or whether the woman he cared for was merely a spy set upon him, a woman whose kindnesses and smiles were part of her training.
“Very well,” he said, “then so do I. You are right. I did not come to America idly—I came to smuggle a necklace of pearls through the Customs. I did it to-day.”
The girl rose from her seat by the little table where she had sat facing him and looked at him, all the brightness gone from her face.
“You didn’t, you didn’t!”
She turned her face away from him. “Oh, I’m sorry,” she wailed. “I’m sorry.”
Denby looked at her keenly. He was puzzled at the manner in which she took it.
“But I fooled ’em,” he boasted.