It was only on the drive back to Santa Fe that Marna Frost suddenly and surprisingly became more personal.
You were made for this life, Mr. Deacon, she cried. It is your duty to devote yourself to it in the future.
Ambrose stared at her with as much amazement as if nothing had yet amazed him during this western hegira.
We must arrange it at once, she announced firmly if dispassionately. For the moment, of course, you are visiting Jack, but to work together we must live under the same roof, break bread together. Fortunately, my house is quite large enough to permit us to carry out such a plan. When you are not in Washington attacking the House of Representatives you shall make your home with me. Who knows what may come of it? . . . She rewarded him with a terrifying smile, apparently intended to be coy. . . . Together we may accomplish treble what I had set out to accomplish alone. There should, indeed, be no problem that the two of us together could not solve.
But Miss Frost, protested Ambrose, again besieged by alarm, I am out here to rest. I am going . . .
You have given me evidence today, Marna Frost
