“I lost my gloves,” she said quickly. “Did you find them?”
“No. When did you miss them?”
“I missed them immediately. I thought for a moment——” She stopped. “It was a foolish idea, but——”
“What did you think?” he asked.
“I’d rather not tell you. It is a purely personal matter.”
“You thought that Sir Gregory had taken them as a souvenir?”
Even in the half-darkness he saw her colour come and go.
“I did think that,” she said, a little stiffly.
“Then it doesn’t matter very much—about your change of clothing,” he said.
“Whatever are you talking about?”