"
Brett nodded composedly.
"Yes. And I don't think the only explanation she could have offered would
have helped her much--that it was done for the sake of Tony Brabazon! It
was a big thing for any woman to do for a man--_unless she cared for him_!
And"--he uttered a light laugh--"I fancy Coventry's jealousy of Brabazon
would have wakened up again quite quickly in the circumstances. Oh!"--with
an impatient gesture--"it was a lovely scheme--absolutely watertight, if
only you hadn't meddled!"
He looked across at her with an expression that held a droll mixture of
anger and mortification, not unlike the expression, of a child who, having
banged a new toy too ecstatically upon the floor, sees it suddenly drop to
pieces.
"Not altogether watertight," observed Cara calmly. "There was a
chance--quite a good chance, too--that Eliot might not have heard a single
word about the matter--might never have known that Ann had been here."
"Bah!"--arrogantly. "I don't leave things like that--to chance. I wasn't
taking any chances. I arranged that Coventry should know all right."
Cara started.
"What do you mean?" she demanded.
"What do I mean?" He smiled derisively.
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