The two were facing each other, eye to eye. Those of Jan were filled with a furious suspicion.
“I wonder you didn’t speak to him just now,” remarked Carpenter, looking at his nails.
“He never saw me; besides, I’d gone and said all I’d got to say to him yesterday in his study.”
“I see.”
“Didn’t Devereux tell you I’d been to see him?”
“Oh, I think he said he’d seen you, but that was all.”
“At breakfast this morning?”
“Yes.”
“Did Heriot ask him anything about me?”
“No.”