And the longer she thought about it, the more completely she was at sea.

All the men that she knew were aware that she kept this room habitable, and visited the ranch often.

That was no secret; it never had been a secret.

No one save Lite Avery had ever been in it, so far as she knew,--unless she counted those chance trespassers who had prowled boldly through her most sacred belongings.
So that almost any one in the country, had he any object in searching the house, would know that this room was hers, and would act in that knowledge.
As to his errand.

There could be no errand, so far as she knew.