"He couldn't furnish the particular sort of inspiration I am needing
for my moonlight picture," said Knight.

He spoke deliberately, but his brows were slightly drawn, belying the
coolness of his speech.

"What is the sort of inspiration you are wanting?" asked Columbine.

He smiled with a hint of provocation. "I'll tell you that when we get
there."

Her answering smile was infinitely more provocative than his. "That will
be very interesting," she said.

Knight closed his sketch-book. "I am glad to know," he said
thoughtfully, "that you please yourself, Miss Columbine. In doing so,
you have the happy knack of pleasing--others."

He made her a slight, courtly bow, and turned away.

He left her still standing at the table, looking after him with
perplexity and gathering resolution in her eyes.




CHAPTER III

THE MINOTAUR