"How you stare!" laughed Anderson, as with arm round her he led her in. "Anythin' queer about your dad's handsome mug?"
His jocular tone did not hide his deep earnestness. Never had Lenore felt him so forceful. His ruggedness seemed to steady her nerves that again began to fly. Anderson took her into his office, closed the door, threw down his valise.
"Great to be home!" he exploded, with heavy breath.
Lenore felt her face blanch; and that intense quiver within her suddenly stilled.
"Tell me—quick!" she whispered.
He faced her with flashing eyes, and all about him changed. "You're an Anderson! You can stand shock?"
"Any—any shock but suspense."
"I lied about the wheat deal—about my trip to New York. I got news of Dorn. I was afraid to tell you."
"Yes?"
"Dorn is alive," went on Anderson.