‘Thanks!’ she said. ‘Did you meet any friends there?’

‘Not many.’ He answered guardedly; he had a secret to keep.

‘Where did you dine?’

‘At the club!’ He began to be uneasy at this questioning; but he did not see any way to avoid answering without creating some suspicion.

‘Did you see any one you knew at the club?’ Her voice as she spoke was a little harder, a little more strained. Harold noticed the change, rather by instinct than reason. He felt that there was danger in it, and paused. The pause seemed to suddenly create a new fury in the breast of Stephen. She felt that Harold was playing with her. Harold! If she could not trust him, where then