“Did you see me?” he enquired, after a moment’s pause.
“Yes. I have seen you there other mornings at the same time. What do you do? For whom do you watch?”
“I am a light sleeper,” he explained. “Last night I fancied that I heard some one stirring. I had a walk round the place. As it happens, you see, I was right.”
She shook her head.
“You were out in the lane,” she persisted.
“Perhaps you think I committed the burglary myself,” he suggested.
The eyes which were fixed upon his so steadily grew even more intense.
“I should not be surprised,” she said. “I should not be surprised at anything I heard about you. I do not believe that any of the stories you tell about yourself are true. You frighten me, living there. I hate it.”
“You have nothing to fear from me,” he assured her. “I am a very harmless person.”
“But you haven’t told the truth about yourself,” she persisted.