"
"We have already plotted together," she said. "Possibly that forms some
sort of link between us."
He glanced down at her, and this time, as she did not return his gaze, he
was free to study her calm, undisturbed profile.
"By Jove!" he exclaimed, half under his breath, "I don't blame the young
fool for being taken in."
Her brows contracted sharply.
"Thank you. I suppose that is a compliment."
"It is meant for one. By the way, are you really sure of your success?"
"Perfectly sure."
"That's a good thing. We shall have the laugh over old Stafford and his
grandmother's ideas if it comes off. All I fear is that the youth's
impressionable mind may lose its impressions as quickly as it receives
them."
"I don't think so. He did not seem that sort."
"Besides," added Travers, with a sudden drawl, "your face is not one that
a man forgets easily, Miss Cary."
She stirred very slightly in her seat. It was the instinctive movement of
a woman bracing herself secretly for a coming shock.
"Really?"
"Yes, really. That was what I meant to tell you the other day, but there
was no fitting opportunity. I recognized you at once."
"And I you," she returned.
He whistled.
"So we recognized each other and didn't recognize each other. Rather a
queer thing, eh?"
Again there was that scarcely noticeable stiffening of her whole body.
"I see nothing queer about it. We were both taken aback, and after the
first shock we realized that to acknowledge a previous meeting was not to
either of our advantages.
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