"I don't know. It might have been a lot of things. Once or twice I've rather fancied that some of the people who came there—"
Her features contracted in a spasm of horror.
"You don't mean detect—" She found the word difficult to pronounce. "You don't mean de-detectives watching—me?"
"I don't say as much as that; but I've never liked Mr. Brokenshire's man, Spellman."
"No, nor I. He's out now. I made sure of that before you came."
"So he might have sent some one; or— But it's no use speculating, is it? when there are so many ways. What we've specially got to know is how to act, and I think I've told you the best method. If you don't keep coming—judiciously—you'll show you're conscious of having done wrong."
She sighed plaintively.
"I don't want to do wrong unless I can't help it. If I can't—"
"Oh, but you can." I tried once more to get in my point. "You wouldn't be all I told Mr. Brokenshire you were if your first instinct wasn't to do right."
"Oh, right!" She sighed again, but impatiently. "You're always talking about that."