Why, there was a stranger at the Oriental Hotel whom I met twice when I was there--just as mysterious, romantic, and wicked-looking.

And in fact they hinted terrible things about him.

Well! so much so, that Mr.
Demorest was quite foolish about my being barely civil to him--you understand--and--" She stopped suddenly, with a heightened color under the fire of Rosita's laughing eyes.
"Ah--so--Dona Discretion! Tell to me all.

Did our hoosband eat him ?" Joan's features suddenly tightened to their old puritan rigidity.

"Mr.
Demorest has reasons--abundant reasons--to thoroughly understand and trust me," she replied in an austere voice.
Rosita looked at her a moment in mystification and then shrugged her shoulders.