“Good afternoon,” she said pleasantly, “I hear you've been very busy.”
He nodded. “Yes, I have been.” he replied. “I've had a talk with everyone of the staff”—he hesitated—“but I can't say I got much out of it. They all seem all right.”
She looked worried at once. “That's what I've always thought,” she replied. “My enemy cannot be among them.” She was silent for a moment and then asked quickly, “But what is it you want now, Mr. Larose?”
“A lot of things,” he replied vaguely, and then looked sharply at her, “but I don't quite know what to make of you.”
She sensed instantly to what he was referring, and her color heightened. “I am very sorry that I had to side with my step-father, Mr. Larose,” she said, “but there are some things I am not able to explain to you. They are not my secrets,
