Part 34 (1/2)
You've not been--doing anything foolish, have you?”
”Peter hasn't,” the little man lied cheerfully; ”Peter went ho, was yet decent enough to lend s”
”You--you're not Peter Kenny?”
”No ! What do you know--? Who can you be? Why are you masked?”
”Sinito may remain such to all save you”
”But--but who _are_ you?”
”It is per to take the tiny printed card of dance engage
In du himself beside her, P Sybarite ran his eye down the list
”The last was number--which?” he enquired with unruffled iry, half amused, wholly confused, she told him: ”Fifteen”
”Then one number only remains”
His lips hardened as he read the initials pencilled opposite that numeral; they were ”BS”
”Bayard Shaynon?” he queried
She assented with a nod, her brows gathering
Coolly, with the ed the sthened the _S_ to correspond, and added to that _ybarite_; then with a bow returned the card
The girl received the evidence of her senses with a silent gasp
He bowed again: ”Yours to coton”
”But--incredible!” she cried ”I can't believe you ”
Facing her, he lifted his scarlet visor,her stare with his wistful and diffident s her, he lifted his scarlet visor]
”You see,” he said, readjusting the mask
”But--what does this mean?”