“ I think you are a very clever man, Monsieur Kara,” he said.
The other looked down at him this time without amusement.
“ Not so clever that I can discover the object of your visit,” he said pleasantly enough.
“ It is very simply explained,” said T. X. “You know everybody in town. You know, amongst other people, Lady Bartholomew.”
“ I know the lady very well indeed,” said Kara, readily,—too readily in fact, for the rapidity with which answer had followed question, suggested to T. X. that Kara had anticipated the reason for the call.
“ Have you any idea,” asked T. X., speaking with deliberation, “as to why Lady Bartholomew has gone out of town at this particular moment?”
Kara laughed.
“ What an extraordinary question to ask me—as though Lady Bartholomew confided her plans
