He did not reply.
"What do you mean, Mr. Keith?" she urged.
"You are always asking me questions to which you already know the answer," said he.
"You're referring to a week or so ago, when I asked you why you disliked me?"
No answer. No sign of having heard. No outward sign of interest in anything, even in the cigarette drooping from the corner of his mouth.
"Wasn't that it?" she insisted.
"You are always asking me questions to which you already know the answer," repeated he.
"I am annoying you?"
No answer.
She laughed. "Do you want me to go away and leave you in peace with that—law case—or whatever it is?"