CHAPTER XVII

THE INSURANCE MONEY THAT afternoon Diana made a request of her employer which disappointed him a little. “Certainly,” he said, “I shan’t want you this evening. Going to a dance, do you say?” She nodded. “That’s fine,” he said heartily. “I hope you enjoy yourself.” It chilled him a little, for he was so completely absorbed by the game that he could not understand that what was fun to him was work to her. She must have read his thoughts, for she said, with a little jerk of her chin which was characteristic of her: “I…