I accepted it for granted you must have slept well.

Is this yours, Miss Standish ?" He watched her face as she took the crumpled bit of cambric from his fingers.

In a moment she was smiling.

The smile was not forced.

It was the quick response to a feminine instinct of pleasure, and he was disappointed not to catch in her face a betrayal of embarrassment.
"It is my handkerchief, Mr.Holt.Where did you find it ?" "In front of my cabin door a little after midnight." He was almost brutal in the definiteness of detail.