“Send him away,” the man commanded.
“But that would look suspicious,” she declared.
Trent noticed that Jules did not respond to the affection which was in the woman’s tone.
“You should not telephone to me at the club,” he said as he took a seat at her side. “I am only a temporary member and do not want to embarrass my sponsor.”
“But you were so cruel to me yesterday,” she murmured.
“Cruel?” he repeated and turned his cold, snake eyes on her, eyes that could, when he willed it, glow with fire and passion. “Who is the crueler, you or I?”
“What do you mean?” she cried almost tearfully. “You know I love you.”
“And yet when I ask you to do a favor which is easily within your power to perform you refuse. I must have money; that you know.”
“It is always money now,” she complained. “You no longer say that you love me.”
“How can I when my creditors bark at my heels like hungry dogs? Unless I pay by to-morrow it is finished. You and I see one another no more, that is certain.”