“I’m thrilled to the depths,” she whispered. “Sir Frederic and that marvelous Beetham man all in one evening—and you, too.”
Chan smiled. “I am pretty lonely fly in this menagerie of lions,” he admitted.
“Tell me—that about being psychic. You don’t really think Sir Frederic has found Eve Durand?”
Chan shrugged. “For one word a man may be adjudged wise, and for one word he may be adjudged foolish.”
“Oh, please don’t be so Oriental. Just think—Eve Durand may be at this table to-night.”
“Strange events permit themselves the luxury of occurring,” Chan conceded. His eyes traveled slowly about the board, they rested on Mrs. Tupper-Brock silent and aloof, on the vivacious Eileen Enderby, longest of all on the handsome Gloria Garland, now completely recovered from her excitement over the scatt
