In red and gold . ding in the death of two sol-diers. He dramatized this last as he related it. The girl, lying still in her chair, listened as if butcasually interested, while her mind gathered and relatedto one another the probable facts beneath his was considering his dominant quality of ungov-erned hot-blooded youth. Of discretion he clearlyenough had none; which fact, viewed from her stand-point, was both important and dangerous. For theinformation he so volubly conveyed she had immediateuse. That was settled, however cloudy the this further question as to the advisa
In red and gold . ding in the death of two sol-diers. He dramatized this last as he related it. The girl, lying still in her chair, listened as if butcasually interested, while her mind gathered and relatedto one another the probable facts beneath his was considering his dominant quality of ungov-erned hot-blooded youth. Of discretion he clearlyenough had none; which fact, viewed from her stand-point, was both important and dangerous. For theinformation he so volubly conveyed she had immediateuse. That was settled, however cloudy the this further question as to the advisability of hold-ing the boy personally to herself she was still courses of action lay before her, each leading to apossible rich prize. If the two could be combined, welland good; she would pursue both. But it was noteasy to sense out a possible combination. The obviousfirst thought was to go whole-heartedly after the K f I;f % .V $ I. / /I I 7/: N / y ::^/- /// ^^/ C r.: / /y - ur ,--7/; f .V ?\t-^\. INTRIGUE 8i larger of the prizes and as whole-heartedly forget theother. As usual in all such choices, however, the lesserprize was the easier to secure. Perhaps, even, byworking—the word working was her own—withgreat rapidity she might make—again her word—akilling with this wild youth in time to discard himand pursue the still richer prize. Because he was, at least, the bi-sd in hand, she sub-mitted passively when his fingers found hers underthe steamer rug. Twilight was thickening into nightnow on the river. And they were in a dim was, she saw, at the point of almost utter disor-ganization. He was sensitive, emotional, quite was almost too easy to do what she might choosewith him. It would be amusing to tantalize him, ifthere were time; watch him struggle in the net of hisown nervously unripe emotions, perhaps shake himdown (we are yet again dropping into her phrase-ology) without the surrender of a quid pro quo. Thatwould please her sens
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