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THE SURAKARTA
"So you are Mr. Hereford," she stated, "and—you are not bald?"
"You expected me to be bald?" he asked dryly.
"Just as certainly as your letters to me have shown that you suspected me of being blondined. May I ask to what I owe the honor of this visit?"
"It could have no excuse except business," he retorted curtly.
"Have I overdrawn so much as all that?" A smile hovered upon her lips; her skirts took the delicate outline of her body as she turned slightly.
"Not in money. There is more at present to your credit than you asked for in your letter of this morning."
"Then you mean"
"I have reason to suspect that you are
