Suddenly in the silence Diane fell to trembling.
"Philip!" she cried desperately.
"Yes?" said Philip gently.
"Why are you following me with the music-machine?"
"I could tell you," said Philip honestly, "and I'd like to, but you'd
tell me again that the moon is on my head."
The girl smiled faintly.
"Tell me," she begged impetuously, "what was that other reason why I
must not journey to Florida in the van? You spoke of it by the lily
pool in Connecticut. You remember?"
"Yes," said Philip uncomfortably. "Yes, I do remember."
"What was it?" insisted Diane, her eyes imploring. "Surely, Philip,
you can tell me now! I--I did not ask you then--"
"No," said Philip wistfully. "I--I think you trusted me then, for all
our friendship was a thing of weeks."
"What was it?" asked Diane, grown very white.
"I am sorry," said Philip simply. "I may not tell you that, Diane. I
am pledged."
"To whom?"
"It is better," said Philip, "if I do not tell."
Diane sharply caught her breath and stared at the sinister wraiths
rising in floating files from the swamp stream.
"Philip--was it--was it Themar's knife?"
"Yes," said Philip.
"And the man to whom you are pledged is--Baron Tregar!"
"Yes," said Philip again.
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