"It is a trap.

We must not be caught here!" "Yes; you'd better go," said Claiborne, yawning and settling himself in a new pose with his back still to the fireplace.

"I don't believe Armitage will care if I use his bungalow occasionally during my sojourn in the hills; and if you will be so kind as to leave my horse well tied out there somewhere I believe I'll go to bed.

I'm sorry, Mr.Chauvenet, that I can't just remember who introduced you to me and my family.

I owe that person a debt of gratitude for bringing so pleasant a scoundrel to my notice." He stepped to the table, his hands in his pockets, and bowed to them.
"Good night, and clear out," and he waved his arm in dismissal.
"Come!" said Durand peremptorily, and as Chauvenet hesitated, Durand seized him by the arm and pulled him toward the door.
As they mounted and turned to go they saw Claiborne standing at the table, lighting a cigarette from one of the candles.