There was no sign of confusion or uncertainty in her manner, and not the remotest indication that her heart still owned love for him.

If she retained a spark of the old flame in that beautiful body of hers, it was very carefully secreted behind a mask of indifference.

She met his gaze frankly, unswervingly.

Her poise was perfect,--marvellously so in the face of his ill-concealed antipathy.
"I suppose you know that I have been left in sole charge of the case," he said, without preface.
"Oh, yes," she replied calmly.

"It was Mr.Thorpe's desire." "And yours ?" "Certainly.