"That is a serious thing to say, Miss Destiny. On what grounds do you make such an accusation?"
She made no direct reply, but rocked to and fro, "I know, I know," she said, with a cunning look, and a malicious chuckle.
I ventured still further on the dangerous ground upon which I was treading. "Have you seen the glass eye in Miss Monk's possession?"
"No," she said, and her reply startled me, for I had made sure that she dared to speak thus freely from having espied the object on the drawing-room table, "I never said that she had the glass eye."
"Then on what grounds----"
"Oh, I don't wish to say anything," she interrupted.
"Having said so much, you must say more," was my firm reply, "you have no right to make dangerous accusations without proof."
"Gertrude herself can supply the proof."
"I would not insult her by asking her to."
"No," screeched Miss Destiny, jumping to her feet like a small fury, "because you are a fool. Every man who loves is a fool. And you love Gertrude. Heaven only knows what you see in her."