THE BRASS BOWL
lock, and caught me. He wanted to know if I'd missed my train for Greenfields, and I gave him my word of honor I had. Moreover, I'd mislaid my keys and had been ringing for him for the past ten minutes. He swallowed every word of it. … By the way, here's a glove of yours. You certainly managed to leave enough clues about to insure your being nabbed even by a New York detective."
He faced about, tossing her the glove, and with it so keen and penetrating a glance that her heart sank for fear that he had guessed her secret. But as he continued she regained confidence.
"I could teach you a thing or two," he suggested pleasantly. "You make about as many mistakes as the average beginner. And, on the other hand, you've got the majority beaten to a finish for 'cuteness. You're as quick as they make them."
She straightened up, uneasy, oppressed by a vague surmise as to whither this tended.
"Thank you," she said breathlessly, "but hadn't you better"
"Plenty of time, my dear. Maitland has gone to
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