The question came from Joan Daventry.
"He sprang from his seat, ran to me, and stopped in front of me. That was all."
"Quite all?"
Cynthia nodded.
"He just stood and stared at me until Pedro drove up."
"Did he say nothing?"
"Not a word."
In spite of her resolve to treat the adventure lightly, Cynthia's voice grew troubled as she answered the questions. For she answered them with her eyes upon Joan Daventry's face, and she saw the perplexity there deepen into disquietude and misgiving. She turned toward Robert Daventry. Upon his face uneasiness was still more evident. He was plainly agitated. He sat listening in suspense. His indignation had gone.
Cynthia's fear revived under the stimulation of their anxiety. She continued slowly:
"But although he did me no harm, although he threatened none, there was something strange. He saw me at once. He ran so very quickly to me the moment I was within reach. He seemed almost to be looking out for me."