think he's dear! But why should he take such an elaborate method of making love to her when he can meet her like this whenever he wants to?"
"Perhaps he can't."
"There's no reason why he shouldn't, is there? It's all right."
"Do you think he wrote them?"
"I don't know. If it hadn't been for your meeting Doctor Primfield, I'd be surer. Askerson's typewriter leaves it in doubt.
"Oh, the typewriter, we agreed, was only the final test. What you must seek is a motive."
"Well, then, Askerson is romantic—and a bit afraid of her. Doctor Primfield is practical; but afraid of her husband. Either may be in love with her."
"I don't think you have proved a sufficient motive yet for so extraordinary a course. But, by Jove! look at that! If there isn't Primfield himself!"
It was Primfield, indeed, who entered at that moment, looked about, caught sight of Mrs. Stellery, walked over to her table, and spoke. She reached out her hand and smiled faintly. There were a few words of introduction, and he sat down at their table and lighted a cigarette.
"Now," said Astro, "you have a chance to vindicate your woman's perception. Watch and see which of those two men is in love with her."
Valeska narrowed her eyes and watched. It was five minutes before she said deliberately, "I think neither of them is."
Astro laughed softly. "Well, my dear, I have a better motive than you have yet discovered."
"What is it?" she asked eagerly.
