Had she really accepted it?
Neither Lockwood nor Whitney had arrived, and Kennedy improved the
opportunity to have a quiet talk aside with her, at which, I
imagine, he was arranging a programme of what was to happen at
this meeting and her part in it to co-operate with him.
She had left the room for a moment and we were alone. It was
evidently a part of his plan, for no sooner was she gone than he
opened the package of cigarettes which he had ordered and took out
from the box in which Mendoza had kept his cigarettes those that
were there, substituting those he had brought.
We had not long to wait, now. Lockwood and Whitney came together.
I was interested to see the greeting of Inez and her lover. Was it
pure fancy, or did I detect a trace of coldness as though there
had sprung up something between them? As far as Lockwood was
concerned, I felt sure that he was eager to break down any barrier
that kept them from being as they had been.
Whitney took her hand and held it, in a playful sort of way. "I
wish I were a young buck," he smiled. "No one would dare look at
you--much less try to carry you off. Yes, we must be more careful
of our little beauty, or we shall lose her."
They turned to greet us.
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