To be alone in a big hotel, without maid or chaperon, herself caught up in this web of mystery which Louis and those others seemed to have woven around her, was in itself undesirable and unnatural.

Whatever was transpiring, I was quite certain that her share in it was a passive one.

She had been told to be silent, and she was silent.

Nothing would ever make me believe that she was a party to any wrong-doing.

And yet the more I thought of Delora the less I trusted him.