than you deserve."

"Nevertheless there wasn't any valid reason why I should tantalize
myself last night."

"Then why did you come?" He had a suspicion that she was laughing
silently at him.

"Partly to please Ogilvy, who has fallen head over heels in love with
Moira; partly to please Moira, who wanted me to meet you, but mostly
to please myself, because, while I dreaded it, nevertheless I wanted
to see you again. I comforted myself with the thought that for the
sake of appearances we dared not quarrel in the presence of Moira and
my friend Ogilvy, and I dare say you felt the same way. At any rate,
I have seldom had more enjoyment when partaking of a meal with an
enemy."

"Please do not say that," she answered. "I am your opponent, but not
your enemy."

"That's nice of you. By the way, Shirley, you may inform your uncle
at breakfast Friday morning about my connection with the N. C. O. In
fact, I think it would be far better for you if you made it a point
to do so."

"Why?"

"Because both Ogilvy and myself have a very strong suspicion that
your uncle has a detective or two on our trails. There was a strange
man rather prevalent around him all day yesterday and I noticed a