Spencer's keenness of intuition," I
returned.
She glanced over at my desk.
"The Governor of Dornlitz needs none. Official reports are better than
intuition."
"But not so rapid," I replied.
She smiled. "I was looking at the telephone," she said dryly.
"An admirable medium for unpleasant conversations," I observed.
"Particularly, between husband and wife, you mean."
I answered with a shrug.
"And, also, between the city gates and headquarters," she continued.
"You are pleased to speak in riddles," I said.
She let herself sink, with sinuous grace, into the chair.
I sighed, with suggestive audibility, and waited.
It was a good deal of a cat and dog business--and the cat was having
all the fun--and knew it.
I could not well have her dragged from the room; and the other
alternative--to leave, myself--was not to my taste. It looked too much
like flight.
"I wish you would explain why I am not permitted to leave Dornlitz,"
she said.
"Have you been restrained from leaving?" I asked.
"Still pretending ignorance, my dear," she laughed. "Well, then, I was
refused exit at the North gate this morning; and that, though I was
only going for a short drive in the country.
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