Jasper Wald was obviously anxious for a chance to speak of himself.
"Sorry, Wald. I've got to be getting on."
Delafield still watched the woman. She stood there quite silent.
"I thought you might have something to say about that book of mine."
"No—There's nothing more." Delafield started for the door. "I've just told you that it's full of the sort of knowledge all of us are in need of. I can't say more, you know. I suppose that knowledge is what constitutes genius; but—" He was staring now full into those bulging blue eyes—"Lord, man, where, where d'you get it from?"
Glancing at the woman, Delafield saw that she was looking straight at him. Her eyes met his in a way which he was completely at a loss to explain. There was something eerie about it.
"Where does he get it?"
She repeated his question stupidly and once again the heavy lids came down over those strange green eyes, hiding all expression.
Jasper Wald drew in his breath.
"I write it," he said.