Then she turned as he approached her, the reflection of the moonlit road striking up into her shining eyes and eager waiting face.

A dozen questions were upon his lips, a dozen replies were ready upon hers.

But they were never uttered, for the next moment her eyes half closed, she leaned forward and fell--into a kiss.
She was the first to recover, holding his face in her hands, turned towards the moonlight, her own in passionate shadow.

"Listen," she said quickly.

"They think I came here to look for something I left in my desk.