4/9 What do you suppose is his object ?" asked Jean, with one of her quick, furtive glances. "How can I tell ?" he said gruffly. He went on irritably, a moment later: "Of course you see it. He makes no more secret of his plans than if he were going to run down a rabbit. Last night at Stirling, over his beer, he held forth upon the dimples on Miss Dunbar's pink elbows, and asked me if her hair were all her own. |