Chapter 11
BERGSON stared at Claire. "It is very odd to me, Mademoiselle," he said. "Cantrell and Durney have not been drinking."
"Of course we haven't," snapped Durney. "That's the trouble with ringing in dolls on a deal like this. They're so stuck on themselves that if they're left alone with a man, they think they're going to be made love to, and if they ain't, they think the man's crazy or drunk or something."
Bergson ignored the words. He studied the girl's face. She coloured faintly at the coarseness of Durney, and her lips tightened.
"You are not, Mademoiselle, of the steel that your uncle had led me to expect. You flinch; you trust your own judgment."
So far, Bergson had held himself in. But he could control himself no longer.
"Go upstairs, Mademoiselle. At once! Get from my
