He smiled in amiable derision. "Are you?"
Valeska's eyes dilated. "Who is she?"
"That I don't know. I've tried her with all sorts of traps; but she is too clever."
"Oh, she's bad, I know that; but she fascinates me."
"She came alone, in a hired cab, Mrs. Selwyn told me. They got acquainted through mutual friends in Florence. That's all I know, except—"
He had lowered his voice to a whisper, and was leaning toward Valeska to continue, when the woman in question appeared at the door of the dining-room, cast a sharp glance up the hall, and espied them.
"Aren't you coming in, Monsieur?" She smiled bewitchingly.
"In a moment, Countess."
"I want to know if you're magician enough to tell me what Mrs. Selwyn's punch is made of. It's the most mysterious thing I ever saw."
"If it's as mysterious as you are, my dear Countess, I'll have to admit I can't fathom it."
She dropped a courtesy, tipping her head roguishly to one side, and withdrew. Astro's eyes followed her. He was much amused.
"Looking for some one," Valeska suggested laconically.
Astro nodded. "Oh—did you see that chap with a pompadour and a curled blond mustache?"
"Yes. One eye was bigger than the other,—the right one."
"Watchmaker. Comes from screwing up his right eye in his lens and using it so much. Or possibly—by Jove! a diamond cutter! Queer, isn't it?"
"Decidedly. But they seem to be sure enough of
