"Miss Culbreth sent me for you, sir. Will you please come with me." It was a point of pride with Jack never to be surprised at anything. With a nod, he followed the man. They avoided the stairs, and were raised to the upper regions in a tiny elevator concealed behind the wainscoting. The young lady was found in still another part of the house, a dainty silk-paneled room at the back, and she was alone there with a tempting supper--spread for two. The footman evaporated. "I was so hungry," she said, waving him to the seat opposite, "and I couldn't face the crowd downstairs. They paw one so! So I had it brought up here, and sent for you to keep me company." "You make pretty free in the house," thought Jack. "I live here," she said, as if she had read his thought. "Mrs. Cleaver is my cousin. Do you mind my sending for you?" she said meltingly. "Mind!" said Jack. "I most certainly do! I shall return at once." And he sat down. She laughed. "I like you, you're so unexpected. A little while ago you piqued my curiosity so, I couldn't rest without seeing you again." This was said with the wide-eyed seeming simplicity that was her trump suit. "You so plainly did not like me! And most people do!" This with an adorable, deprecating shrug. "I did like you!" Jack protested with an inscrutable face. "I liked you so much, I felt I had to be very, very careful!" "Don't be careful!" she murmured, turning on the full fire of those terrible eyes. "I despise careful men!" Jack kept a prudent hold on himself. "I have no choice," he said calmly. "How long would I hold my job if I was not--well, careful?" "You're afraid!" she said with provoking scorn. He shrugged. "Is it true he has a hundred million?" she asked idly. "You can't prove it by me. I'm only his secretary." "But you do everything for him. He depends on you absolutely. Anybody can see that." Jack declined to be drawn into a discussion of Bobo. "How long have you known him?" she asked. "Oh, quite a while," he said vaguely. He could not tell what mythical details of their past Bobo might have given her. "What a responsibility it will be on you! Looking after all that money and everything." "Oh, the executor and the lawyer will take care of all that." "Who is his lawyer?" "_What does she want to know that for?_" thought Jack. She had overdone the carelessness with which she asked it. He gave her a fictitious name, and looked at her with a new interest. At the moment her profile was turned towards him, and the way the light fell on it certain lines of weariness were shown up. She looked older than she had seemed at first. Jack thought: "Mr. Gyde said that, too, of the stenographer who worked for him. This is more than a coincidence. Wouldn't it be amazing if----!" "What do you think of me?" she asked with a direct challenge. "I can see that you're revolving me in your head all the time." "Well, you do make a man dizzy," he parried.