"Quite so, Mr. Delavoye! But I saw you looking at Mr. Gillon a minute ago as though something else was familiar to you both. And I should just like to know what it was."
"I'm sure I've forgotten, Miss Brabazon."
"It wasn't the part about the—the Turkish building in the grounds—I suppose?"
"Yes," said Uvo, turning honest in desperation.
"And where am I supposed to have read about that?"
"I'm quite certain you never read it at all, Miss Brabazon!"
Now Miss Julia had lost neither her temper nor her smile, and she had not been more severe on Delavoye than his unsatisfactory manner invited. But the obvious sincerity of his last answer appeased her pique, and she leant forward in sudden curiosity.
"Then there is a book about him, Mr. Delavoye?"
"Not exactly a book."
"I know!" she cried. "It's the case you'd been reading the other night—isn't it?"