The blood rushed to her face. "I have the case," she said coldly. "It is locked in my safe here. Do you wish it now?"
"No," he shook his head. "Wait until I bring the amulet. May I bring it late Wednesday afternoon? And why not dine with me then? Say you will, Dita. Give the world something to talk of, something to puzzle over." She had never seen him so eager.
She hesitated a bare second. "I will. Yes, I will be very glad to," but lifting her eyes to his: "Are you so sure that one of those amulet trays has an empty space?"
"It had when I last saw it." His voice was unreadable.
"But that is months ago; perhaps you will think differently when you see it Wednesday evening."
There was a flash over his face, which vanished as quickly as it had appeared. He drew nearer to her as if about to speak, then apparently reconsidered the intention. "I really must not keep you longer," he picked up his hat. "Of course, there are a number of matters to be discussed, but they can wait. We will reserve them for Wednesday evening. Good-by." He held out his hand. She placed hers in it.
"Maud," said Dita, walking in upon that young woman, a package of letters in her hand, "a lot of things are happening. Here is a letter, among other things, from Mrs. Wilstead. She says that she is just back from California, and that she needs stacks and stacks of new clothes, and wants our designs. It will be fun dressing her. She is so extremely good looking."
Maud stirred restlessly, frowned, bit her lip, but did not speak.
"Just back from California," went on Dita. "I wonder--I wonder, Maud, if she could possibly have come on with Cresswell?"
"Very probably," said Maud. "In fact, I think nothing could be more likely."
"Why, what do you mean by speaking so mysteriously?" Dita widened her eyes. "Suppose they had? Nothing, after all, could be more natural."
"Nothing, I suppose." Maud was trying hard to be non-committal. "But let her go to some one else. If we take any more people, we shan't get away this summer. We have more on our hands now than we can manage. Yes, let her go to some one else."
"But, Maud," Dita hesitated, "I really think we should refuse some one else and take her. She is an old friend."
"Old fiddlesticks!" cried Maud impatiently.