Chapter 3“I am sorry to have kept you waiting. Will you sit down?”
Dart Huron indicated a hard chair set beside the writing desk.
Aria crossed the room to it uncomfortably. She had the feeling, absurd thought it was, that she should not have been seated on the sofa.
Dart Huron lit a cigarette and then sat down at the desk. He took some sheets of writing paper out of a drawer and picked up a fountain pen.
“Mrs. Benstead told me your name, but gave me no other particulars,” he said. “I think it would be best if I wrote them down.”
He spoke in what seemed to Aria to be an abrupt, rather harsh voice, and, now that her first surprise at meeting him was over, she was able to look at him calmly and without feeling that curious leap of her heart, which had occurred when he came into the room.
