She--Ena, I mean--told me all about it."
"And about the girl, too?"
"What was there to tell?"
"Blamed if I know. But Ena was hinting dark things this afternoon.
That's why I was wondering whether he'd opened out to you. You're such
pals."
Eileen shook her head. She was not looking quite so bright as when
Rags had first come into the overheated, overlighted, overdecorated
room. But perhaps this was only because he had set her to thinking
intently. "No, he's never spoken of the Lady in the Moon. Let me
think--what was her name?"
"Miss Child."
"_You_ seem to remember very well--you, who mix up all the wrong names
with the right faces."
"But I saw her to-day. I forgot--I haven't told you of that yet, have
I?"
"No. Where was it?"
"Wait a minute. Strictly speaking, I oughtn't to tell you, I suppose.
All the same I will--for a reason--if you'll promise first not to
mention it to Rolls. Never mind why not, but promise, if you want to
know."
"Of course I want to know. You make me fearfully curious. I'll
promise not to breathe a word to Petro."
"Where the girl is or anything about her?"
"'Where the girl is, or anything about her.
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