ILLUMINATION
"And I had expected you to be eagerly watching for me!" she parried archly.
"I was … mentally. But," he warned her seriously, "not that name. Maitland is known here; they call me Maitland—the waiters. It seems I made a bad choice. But with your assistance and discretion we can bluff it out, all right."
"I forgot. Forgive me." By now she was in the chair opposite him, tucking the lower ends of her gloves into their wrists.
"No matter—nobody heard."
"I very nearly called you Handsome Dan." She flashed a radiant smile at him from beneath the rim of her picture hat.
A fire was kindled in Anisty's eyes; he was conscious of a quickened drumming of his pulses.
"Dan is Maitland's front name, also," he remarked absently.
"I thought as much," she responded, quietly speculative.
The burglar hardly heard. It has been indicated that he was quick-witted, because he had to be, in the
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