But this was not destined to take place that evening.  She coolly and deliberately defeated every effort he made to get her alone, and yet this was accomplished in a manner so as not to attract the attention of others.  Even Percival Coolidge, who, West felt, was watching them both shrewdly, never suspected the quiet game of hide and seek being played under his very eyes.  Nevertheless, it was this growing suspicion of the man which prevented West from indulging in more rigorous methods.  As the evening progressed he became almost convinced that her principal object was to deceive this gentleman; that she really cared nothing for what the others might think, or say.  And she did her part to perfection, being with West often, although never alone, speaking to him intimately, and requesting of him little acts of service most natural under the circumstances.  He played opposite her in a fourhanded game of bridge; he turned the leaves of her music when she sang, and her arm rested within his as they all stood on the porch watching the moon rise.  It was all a masterpiece of acting, so exceedingly well done, as to finally convince the young man that she was greatly in earnest as to its success.  She desired Percival Coolidge to have no lingering doubt of her engagement.  And, finding all opportunity of explanation denied him, he yielded to the inevitable, and, for the evening at least, silently accepted his fate.

Nor did circumstances favour him when the company finally broke up, and retired for the night.  He had thought this moment might be propitious, but she calmly outgeneraled him again, suddenly bidding the men remain and smoke as long as they pleased, and, disappearing herself up the stairway with Miss Willis, without so much as a glance backward, indicative of any lingering interest.  West, convinced that her retirement was final, and early wearying of the rather drowsy conversation about him, soon sought his own room.  It was eleven o’clock of a bright, moonlight night, and, feeling in no degree sleepy, West seated himself at the window to finish his cigar.  He heard the others pass along the hall on their way to the rooms assigned them, and finally all became quiet, even the servants apparently having retired.  Outside was likewise noiseless, the moon revealing the scene almost as clearly as though it was day, yet leaving weird shadows to confuse the eye.  Occasionally a belated motor car passed along the road, invisible because of the trees.  Again and again his mind reviewed the strange events of the evening, unable to arrive at any definite conclusion.  The harder he sought to delve into the mystery, the more obscure it became.  The young woman herself thoroughly baffled him.  If this was merely a test, it was certainly a most unusual one, and he hoped he had met the requirements to her entire satisfaction.  He already frankly acknowledged to himself, at least, that she had become of personal interest to him.  He fell a peculiar desire to be of service; but this desire was now permeated with a firm determination to know the whole truth.  He would no longer remain ignorant of her object, for what purpose he was being used.  She must trust him, and tell him frankly, if he was to continue to play a part.  He would know whether this was tragedy or comedy, first of all.