Come on at once, please." She put on her things coolly, and he noticed a savage stealthiness as she pushed the long pins through her hat and hair.

He left the room.
Outside the hotel, Carnac held out his hand.
"Good night and good-bye, Luzanne," he said huskily.

"You can get home alone, can't you ?" She laughed a little, then she said: "I guess so.

I've lived in New York some years.

But you and I are married, Carnac, and you ought to take me to your home." There was something devilish in her smile now.