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 her dress with her long hands close to her figure. This was a reflex habit; she was making no particular play for me, except as she assigned me to a scheme of her own running concurrently with the greater enterprise about her and running somewhat, at least, contrary to it.

"You've had company most of the time?" she inquired. This of course, was why she stopped me; she wanted to know whether Bane had kept me with him and with her rival when in Chicago.

"Not too much," I told her and asked, "Where's Logan?"

"He's inside," she replied, accenting it in a way I was shortly to understand. My guide pushed me toward the house whither I proceeded readily enough after I had glanced through the open doorway.

Helen Lacey hovered in the entry awaiting me. Bane was not about; nor did she expect him suddenly to appear. For the moment, she was free of him; that was what I gathered at my glimpse of her. She wanted the moment with me.