“Yes, I did.”
“Did you see Miss Arnot?”
“Yes.”
Conrad was aware now that the palms of his hands were moist and his heart was beginning to bang against his ribs.
“May I ask why you wanted to see her?”
“I — I would rather not say.” A faint flush rose to her face and she looked anxiously around the room as if she were trying to find a way of escape.
“Well I won’t press that question. You did see Miss Arnot?”
“Yes.”
“How long were you with her?”
“Oh, about five minutes. Not longer.”