without any preface whatever: "Why did you lock me in?"
He stammered unhappily: "I beg your pardon—"
"Why did you lock me in?"
"I'm sorry—"
"Why did you—"
But she interrupted herself to stamp her foot emphatically; and he caught her up on the echo of that:
"If you must know, because I wasn't trusting you."
Her eyes darkened ominously: "Yet you insisted I should trust you!"
"The circumstances aren't parallel: you're not a notorious malefactor, wanted by the police of every capital in Europe, hounded by rivals to boot—fighting for life, liberty and"—he laughed shortly—"the pursuit of happiness!"
She caught her breath sharply—whether with dismay or mere surprise at his frankness he couldn't tell.
"Are you?" she demanded quickly.
"Am I what?"
"What you've just said—"
"A crook—and all that? Miss Bannon, you know it!"
"The Lone Wolf?"
"You've known it all along. De Morbihan told you—or else your father. Or, it may be, you were shrewd enough to guess it from De Morbihan's bragging in the restaurant. At all events, it's plain enough, nothing but desire to find proof to identify me with the Lone Wolf took you to my room last night—whether for your personal satisfaction
