"
"For me," said Harleston slowly, "it's been a very fortunate game."
"Games are uncertain and sometimes costly," she shrugged.
"When played with Spencer, they are both and then some," he replied.
At that moment Carpenter pushed back his chair and arose, nodded
pleasantly to Mrs. Clephane and Harleston as he passed, and went out.
"Will Mr. Carpenter be at the finish?" Mrs. Clephane asked.
"Probably; but he'll be in the lobby when we go through."
"They are going!" she whispered. "And they're coming this way."
As Mrs. Spencer and Snodgrass went by, the former with an intimate
little look at Harleston, said confidentially:
"I'll be ready at half-past three, Guy."
"Very good!" Harleston answered promptly--when she was past, he looked
at Mrs. Clephane.
"The cat!" she muttered; then smiled quizzically. "Such a pleasant air
of proprietorship," she observed.
"Too pleasant," he returned. "I've something to tell you as to it and
her, when the present matter is ended."
"Will it keep?"
He nodded. "I can tell it better then--and have more time for the
telling."
The headwaiter approached casually, as though surveying the table.
"Well!" said Harleston.
"He went to the private mail boxes; she's waiting in the lobby," the man
replied.
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