She passed Tucker without appearing to notice him, and gave Alan a cool little nod as she seated herself at the table.

She was very pale.

He could see nothing of the flush of color that had been in her cheeks last night.

As she bowed her head a little, arranging her dress, a pool of sunlight played in her hair, and Alan was staring at it when she raised her eyes.
They were coolly beautiful, very direct, and without embarrassment.
Something inside him challenged their loveliness.

It seemed inconceivable that such eyes could play a part in fraud and deception, yet he was in possession of quite conclusive proof of it.