He must appear to credit her story that she was concerned only as an
innocent associate. And it was not difficult to do, sitting there beside
her in the subdued light, under the witching tones of her voice, and the
alluring fascination of her face. The face was not perfect; far from it,
if by perfect is meant features accordant with one another and true to
type. Her hair was flaming red; her eyes were brown, dark brown, a
certain pensiveness in them most inaccordant with the hair; her nose was
slender, with sensitive nostrils; her mouth was generous with lips a
trifle full; her teeth were exquisitely white and symmetrical--and she
showed them with due modesty, yet with proper appreciation of their
beauty.

Altogether she was a very charming picture; and throwing away his
cigarette, he lighted a cigar and settled back to watch the play of her
features and hear the melody of her voice. He was a trifle impressed
with the lady--and he was willing that the tale require time and
attention. Furthermore, it was his business to observe her critically,
so that he might decide as to the matter in hand. In the present
instance his business was very much to his liking, but that did not make
it any the less business.

Something of which the lady may have suspected and was prepared to
humour. A man must be humoured at times--particularly when the woman is
trying for something that can only be come at through his favour or
acquiescence.

"To begin at the beginning will make it a long story," she warned.

"Then by all means begin it there," he answered.