and, as you know, I've never breathed a sentence at home.'
'He spoke as though he knew that the enemy intended more raids—but not just at present.'
Roseye suddenly stirred herself and stared at me in amazement with those big expressive eyes of hers.
'What? do you think—do you really suspect that Lionel East well is our enemy, Claude?' she asked, suddenly pale and breathless.
'Well—perhaps not exactly that,' I replied hesitatingly. 'Only his queer questions, naturally make one think. We know we have enemies, clever, unscrupulous ones who have not hesitated to attempt to take my life. Therefore we must both be wary—extremely wary—for we never know where the next pitfall may be concealed.'
'I quite agree with all that, dear,' answered Roseye, looking at me earnestly. 'But I really can't think that Lionel is anything else than one of our best friends. At least he's been a really good chum to me, ever since we first met. No,' she added decisively, 'I'm convinced that no suspicion can attach to him. Such an idea, Claude, is to me, too utterly absurd.'
'Yes. Well, I suppose you're right, dearest,' I replied with a sigh. 'Women always see so very much farther than men in matters of this sort.'
And I rose and, crossing to her chair, kissed her fondly upon the lips.
