"Why--why--what do you mean ?" The accompanists queer green eyes narrowed between their heavy lids.
"Ask him--that's all," she replied shortly.
She drew her furs around her shoulders preparatory to departure, but Diana stepped in front of her, laying a detaining hand on her arm.
"What do you mean ?" she demanded hotly.

"Are you implying now that Max is going about under a false name?
I hate your hints! Always, always you've tried to insinuate something against Max.

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