His eyes kept rolling in her direction. He found her so mysterious that he was half afraid of her. He remembered the loneliness of that winter night by the Soldiers' and Sailors' monument. He remembered the appearance of Freneau alone and no other human being in view. His very hands remembered the death grasp they took on Freneau's throat. He smiled. That was one good deed, at least, he told himself.
But he could not imagine how this girl could have seen him. How could he guess that she had sat at her window with hisoculars to her eyes and watched the whole tragedy.
Gloria was apparently able to perform miracles. She wore the invisible cloak. Perhaps she would leave as mystically as she had come.
Finally, he grew brave enough to "Who are you?"
"Shout out at her; What was Freneau to you?"
Gloria knew that anyone who blusters is likely to be weak, so she answered coldly: "Never mind who I am. The main thing is, who are you and what was Freneau to you?"
The very name Freneau seemed to madden Trask. He emitted a loud yelp of hate and derision and left the table. He moved toward Gloria, but changed his mind or deferred his purpose and went up the stairs, closing the hutch and fastening it above. There was nothing reassuring in his last look at Gloria. 