and walked past her into the hotel without so much as a glance, and this too obvious lack of curiosity made Nan think that he was more conscious of her presence than had he stared at her with the frank interest to which she was becoming accustomed.
His indifference was too marked to be real, and Nan had a feeling that not only had he seen her without seeming to see, but also that he had heard of her and knew all of her that much persistent questioning had been able to extract, which she flattered herself was little.
She was not surprised when he came out again shortly, accompanied by Mr. Poth, whose face wore the strained, purposeful look which foretold some social effort on his part.
"Like to make you acquainted, Miss Galbraith, with the boss of the L.X. outfit. Shake hands with the Hon. 'Hank' T. Spiser."
Nan found herself looking into a pair of hazel eyes curiously shot with streaks of green, the pupils of which were like tiny specks of pepper. His prominent nose was beak-like and his thin, upper lip lifted fre-
