His eyes held hers. He could not have recognized her, but an intuitive idea seemed to flash into his brain. She could almost read its arrival in his face, and stood without flinching as he took a pace forward and scanned her more closely.
"Jill Trelawney!"
She saw the gleam of understanding that flashed under his lowered brows, and answered with a sudden tense urgency in her voice as she saw the stirring of his index finger behind the trigger guard of his revolver.
"Quite right. But don't you think you'd better hear one thing before you shoot?"
In some subtle way, her tone commanded audience. Cullis relaxed a fraction.
"Why?"
"Because it might save you from doing something very foolish."
"You're very thoughtful."
"I'm careful," said the girl quietly. "Cullis, have you heard so little about me that you really believe I'd be so easy to catch as this? Did you even think I came here alone?. Your wisdom teeth are not cut yet. Perhaps you'd forgotten — the Saint!"
He shifted his feet without answering, and there was a grim purposefulness in her voice which dominated him in spite of himself. And she followed up her advantage without an instant's pause.