"From you?" she said incredulously.
"I sent you a message," said Max.
Her hand leaped suddenly in his. So that was the explanation! She began to tremble. "I—didn't understand," she said piteously.
She wished he would turn his eyes from her face, but he kept them fixed upon her. "I wonder who got the credit for it," he said.
She turned from his scrutiny in quivering silence. But her hand remained in his.
He took her gently by the shoulder. "Olga, tell me!" he said.
"I didn't know it came from you," she whispered.
"Why not? I wrote a line with it."
"Yes, but—but—"
"But—" said Max, with quiet insistence.