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“You’ve been so good to me,” she said. “If you’re still angry about that evening in Brussels, please try to forgive me now.”

“I’ve forgiven you long ago.”

They rode into the city in silence and Hallie looked out the window in a sort of panic. What would she do now with no one to take care of her, to take care of that part of her that wanted to be young and gay forever? Just before they drew up at the hotel, she turned again to Corcoran and their eyes met in a strange disquieting glance. Her hand reached out for his and pressed it gently, as if this was their real good-bye.

Mr. Claude Nosby was a stiff, dark, glossy man, leaning hard toward forty, whose eyes rested for a hostile moment upon Corcoran as he helped Hallie from the car.

“Your father arrives tomorrow,” he said portentously. “His attention has been called to your picture in the Antwerp papers and he is hurrying over from London.”

“Why shouldn’t my picture be in the Antwerp papers, Claude?” inquired Hallie innocently.

“It seems a bit unusual.”