CHAPTER VII“What! Mme. Storey!” Whittall cried very affably. “What a surprise! I had no idea that you were interested in my property. Why didn’t you let me know?”
She ignored the question. “It is beautiful!” she said blandly, “but I am afraid it is too expensive for me.”
They shook hands. I could see his face now. He had it under pretty good control, but his eyes were narrow and sharp with curiosity. He was a handsome man in his way, with dark, bright eyes in which there was something both defiant and shifty. It was the look of a schoolboy who knows he has a bad name, and is determined to brazen it out. Why had not Fay Brunton’s instincts taken alarm? I wondered. But perhaps Whittall only had that look when he faced my mistress.
“Oh, it’s too expensive for anybody to own as a residence
