Her beautiful eyes were full of anxiety.
There was about her manner a nervousness which I had never before
noticed. Her cheeks were paler, and with these indications of emotion,
something of the mystery which had seemed to me always to cling to her
personality had departed. She was more natural--more lovable.
"I thought," I answered, "that it was part of the game!--that you were
here to watch me. Isn't that the natural conclusion?"
"Mr. Courage," she said, "please look at me."
I faced her at once. Her eyes were fixed upon mine.
"I am not here to watch you," she said quietly. "I came because I have
decided to go back to my home in America, and live there quietly for a
time. Whatever share I had in the events which led to Leslie Guest's
death, these things do not interest me any more. I have finished."
"I congratulate you," I answered.
"I cannot tell you anything about those events, or my connection with
them," she went on, "but I want you to believe that I have no longer any
association with those who planned them. I am not here to spy upon you.
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