A man was following her out of the
shadows. But Quin did not wait for him to arrive; he promptly stepped
around the corner and met Rose at the front gate.
"What's up?" he demanded, seeing her quivering lips and angry, excited
eyes.
"Tell him to go away!" she whispered, trying to get the gate open. "Tell
him I never want him to speak to me again. He _can't_ apologize--there
isn't anything he can say. Just make him go away, that's all."
"Miss Martel is making a mountain out of a molehill," said a suave voice
behind them, and, turning, Quin saw the somewhat perturbed face of Harold
Phipps, "If she would listen to me for two minutes----"
"But I won't--not for one minute! You sha'n't speak to me----"
"Just one word alone with you----"
"See here," said Quin, stepping between them and looking Harold Phipps
squarely in the eyes. "You heard what she said, didn't you?"
"Yes; but I insist upon her listening to me. She entirely misunderstood
something I said."
"I did not!" Rose broke in furiously. "You know perfectly well I didn't.
I won't listen to anything you have to say on that or any other subject."
"I sha'n't let you go until you do," he replied in his most authoritative
tone.
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