"But that wasn't true! She knew him quite well―" She stopped suddenly, aware of her slip.
Mr. Bunn seemed, unconscious of the fact that she had shown him, definitely that she, too, had known the dead man— but she had not overlooked that. She eyed him rather steadily, with a new interest.
"That was rather a clever little trap, Mr. Flood— it would seem cleverer still if you knew all the facts," she said composedly. "Yes, I knew him, too. Ah, very well, I knew him."
She caught her breath her eyes shining, then with that, irresistible and lovely air of confident trust which the American woman can use more effectively when she wishes to, than any other woman in the world, she said: "You see, old friend of Silver Creek Slim, I am not afraid that you should know for you will respect a confiden
