“In provision boxes at the last; but they had been filling the boxes for weeks.”
“Why, I saw them doing it!” I cried. “But what about the gig? Who picked you up?”
She was watching that open door once more, and she answered with notable indifference, “Mr. Rattray.”
“So that's the connection!” said I; and I think its very simplicity was what surprised me most.
“Yes; he was waiting for us at Ascension.”
“Then it was all arranged?”
“Every detail.”
“And this young blackguard is as bad as any of them!”
“Worse,” said she, with bitter brevity. Nor had I ever seen her look so hard but once, and that was the night before in the old justice hall, when she told Rattray her opinion of him to his face. She had now the same angry flush, the same set mouth and scornful voice; and I took it finally into my head that she was unjust to the poor devil, villain though he was. With all his villainy I declined to believe him as bad as the others. I told her so in as many words. And in a moment we were arguing as though we were back on the Lady Jermyn with nothing else to do.
“You may admire wholesale murderers and thieves,” said Eva. “I do not.”