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"Certainly," she answered. Then, with an air of one who did not intentionally mean to create trouble, "He came lots of times. I thought you knew." The game of deception was up with Drouet. He did not try to simulate indifference further. "Did he spend the evenings here?" he asked. "Sometimes. Sometimes they went out." "In the evening?" "Yes. You mustn’t look so mad, though." "I’m not," he said. "Did any one else see him?" "Of course," said the girl, as if, after all, it were nothing in particular. "How long ago was this?" "Just before you came back." The drummer pinched his lip nervously. "Don’t say anything, will you?" he asked, giving the girl’s arm a gentle squeeze. "Certainly not," she returned. "I wouldn’t worry over it." "All right," he said, passing on, seriously brooding for once, and yet not wholly unconscious of the fact that he was making a most excellent impression upon the chambermaid. "I’ll see her about that," he said to himself, passionately, feeling that he had been unduly wronged. "I’ll find out, b’George, whether she’ll act that way or not." |
