THE WOMAN AT THE TABLE
SHE promised readily, not asking questions, for which he was grateful. She knew there was something she could not penetrate, some mystery; her curiosity was aroused but she restrained it.
"Thank you," he said. "I have good reasons for asking you to remain silent; some day I will tell you them, whether my conjectures prove right or wrong."
"I shall not ask your confidence," she said.
"I will give it to you. I would give it to you now if I thought it would be of any use."
"I am sure you would."
"Rita——"
"Hallo, where are you, Picton?" shouted d**k.
"Here!" he called. "On the seat near the hedge."
"Oh, down there. Is Rita with you?"
"Yes."
"Sorry I shouted; hope I didn't disturb you," sang out d**k.
"Not in the least," said Picton; "we were just coming up."
