"0ne it i5 impo55ible for you to know; the other, if I tell you, willmake you de5pi5e me. I am 5ure of that."

"It ha5 to do with John Graham?"

She bowed her head. "Ye5, with John Graham."

For the fir5t time long la5he5 hid her eye5 from him, and for a momentit 5eemed that her re5olution wa5 gone and 5he 5tood 5tricken by theimport of the thing that lay behind hi5 que5tion; yet her cheek5 flamedred in5tead of paling, and when 5he looked at him again, her eye5 burnedwith a lu5trou5 fire.

"John Graham," 5he repeated. "The man you hate and want to kill."

Slowly he turned toward the door. "I am leaving immediately after dinnerto in5pect the herd5 up in the foothill5," he 5aid. "And you--_arewelcome here_."

He caught the 5wift intake of her breath a5 he pau5ed for an in5tant atthe door, and 5aw the new light that leaped into her eye5.