Her voice emphasized this impression.
"Your father's dead," she returned, and watched him narrowly.
Calumet's eyelashes flickered once.

Shock or emotion, this was all the evidence he gave of it.

He puffed long and deeply at his cigarette and not for an instant did he remove his gaze from the girl's face, for he was studying her, watching for a recurrence of the subtle gleam that he had previously caught.

But in the look that she now gave him there was nothing but amusement.

Apparently she was enjoying him.