Hillard put the letter away, extinguished the lights, and passed up to
his room. She defied him to find her? This was a direct challenge. He
would accept it. This time he would use no personal to tell her that a
letter awaited her. She should make the inquiries herself. And from the
mail-clerk he would obtain a description of the elusive Madame Angot.
Next morning he rode in the park with Merrihew. Again he saw the veiled
lady on the Sandford black. Out of normal curiosity he telephoned the
stables and made inquiries. The reply was short. No one at the stables
knew the lady, but she rode the horse on proper authority.
That night he wrote:
I shall keep on writing till you cease to reply. Let me be frank
with you. I am bored; so are you. The pleasure you derive in
keeping up this mystery engages you. You bid me to find you. I
accept the challenge. You must understand at once that it is the
mystery that interests me. It is the unknown that attracts me. I am
mentally painting you in all sorts of radiant colors. You defy me
to find you. There is nothing so reliable as the unexpected,
nothing so desperately uncertain as a thing assured. I warn you
that I shall lay all manner of traps, waylay your messengers, bribe
them. I shall find out where you live. The rest will be simple.
She replied:
I have no desire to alleviate your confessed boredom. Your
persistence would be praiseworthy if well directed. Waters wear away
stone, the wind crumbles the marble, but a woman is not moved till
she wishes to be. I never thought that I should dabble in an
intrigue of this sort, and I am surprised at the amusement it
affords me. I really owe you some gratitude. The few I have met who
know you tell me that you are a "nice young man."
He rebelled at the adjective. Every man has some portion of self-love.
So his next effort was a passionate denial that he was nice. When should
he meet her? The postman brought him a letter which contained one
word--_Nimmer!_ He sent her four pages, a frank and witty description of
himself and friends, his past and some of theirs.
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