"It isn't possible," Daisy said again. "Why, I believe she was actually with the poor girl when she died. Nick told me a little. He said it had been very sudden and a severe shock to her."
"I should say it was," said Hunt-Goring.
She looked at him. "You were there at the time?"
"I was at The Warren—yes." He spoke with an easy air of unconcern.
Daisy leaned towards him. "And Nick—do you think Nick knew?"
Hunt-Goring looked straight back at her. "I think," he said deliberately, "that I should scarcely trouble to tackle Nick on the subject. He knows exactly what it suits him to know."
"What do you mean?" Daisy spoke sharply, nervously.
"Merely that he and the young man are—and always have been—hand and glove," explained Hunt-Goring smoothly. "Nick is a very charming person no doubt, but—"
"Be careful!" warned Daisy.
He made her a smiling bow. "But," he repeated with emphasis, "he is not sentimentally particular in a matter of ethics. He looks to the end rather than the means. Also you must remember he is a man and not a woman. A man's outlook is different."