“Then how did she read those questions, Barry? I think that was wonderful.”
“It was, Natalie. I concede you that. She couldn’t have used any trickery there—there was absolutely no chance.”
“She really read them, then, by clairvoyant sight?”
“I don’t see any other explanation.”
“Nor do I. Then, why wasn’t her vision of the—the scene in the studio, the truth?”
“I don’t say it wasn’t. I don’t say but what somebody did slip past Joyce and get into the room that way. But it wasn’t Courtenay.”
“I don’t think it was, either.”
“Of course you don’t. Now, my own little girl, remember, you’ve promised me——”
“To love, honour and obey you——”
“You darling!” and Natalie’s speech was interrupted by an impulsive kiss. “You blessed angel! But you mustn’t say such things, they unnerve me—and I’ve a hard row to hoe, my girl.”