"Look here," he said finally. "The matter isn't so desperate as you seem to think, but if I give in, so must you. There are several questions I shall have to ask, and I must have a clear answer."
"I will tell you anything in my power," she said.
"Very well," he said. "Tell me first—if you can—why Miss Campion hates me so violently."
His manner was curtly professional. He looked straight into her eyes with cool determination in his own.
She answered him, but her answer did not come very easily. "I think she feels that you have had her under supervision all along, and she resents it."
"Quite true," he said. "I have. Is that why she wants to kill me?"
"Not entirely." Olga was plainly speaking against her will.
But Max was merciless. "And the other reason?"
She locked her fingers very tightly together. "It—it would be a breach of confidence to tell you that," she said.
"I see," said Max. "She was annoyed because I didn't fulfil expectations by falling in love with her. She misunderstood my attitude; was that it? You did so yourself at one time, if I remember aright."