"Miss von Schwarzenberg was in prison clothes."
"Then it's her own fault. She started first class."
"How could it be her own fault? You don't think she would choose to wear such—"
"She chooses to give trouble." Singleton relapsed again into silence.
What had happened to Mr. Singleton after she left him? It struck her from time to time that the man, who had been so sympathetic—nearly as keen for the meeting as Nan herself, once his objection had been overcome—seemed to take strangely little interest in the issue. This knowledge marred and certainly shortened the account she gave him. She found herself dwelling mainly on what Greta had told her about the third degree. Singleton's silence got on her nerves.
"What do you say to their not letting her sleep?" She waited to hear him deny the charge. "You don't think they'll ever try that again?"
"She'd much better have talked freely to you." It wasn't the coldness of the reply that struck the girl so much as the latent menace in it.
"Why should you have wanted her to say more?"
"Well, didn't you? I thought you were for the Allies."
"So I am."