"I'll tell him, shall I?" said Nick.
She came and slipped her hand into his. "Yes, Nick."
He squeezed her fingers hard. "Our friend Hunt-Goring has been sticking his oar in," he said. "This—hysteria has been caused by him."
"You mean he has told her the whole story?" said Max.
"Yes," said Olga.
He considered the matter for a few seconds in silence. "And how long has this sort of thing been going on?" he asked then.
Again she hesitated.
He looked at her. "It's no good trying to keep anything from me," he observed. "I've seen it coming for a long while."
"Oh, Max!" she burst forth involuntarily. "Then it really is—"
A vivid flash of lightning and instant crashing thunder drowned her words. Instinctively she drew nearer to Nick. On many a previous occasion they had watched a storm together with delight. But to-day her nerves were all a-quiver, and its violence appalled her.