"The letter and the photographs belonged to Aurelia," she said. "I hid them for her when she was taken ill. That was why I was in such a hurry to go that first day—when you patted me on the head. And if they told you about a mysterious man who brought me home in a taxi—that was you, and—"
"You never wrote to Valentine?"
"Never!"
He took a step toward her.
"Never sent him your photograph?"
"No!"
He took another step.
"Never saw him except on the stage?"
"No!"