Cayley was as serene. "Do your intuitions tell you, for instance, that he has a definite understanding with these mediums—in regard to you?"
"No, they do not!" she answered calmly, looking him fair in the face.
"It's true, nevertheless." Cayley, with sharp eyes, noted her flush. Her eyes were well schooled, but her quivering mouth betrayed her trouble.
She took up her book as if to dismiss the subject.
Cayley watched her with impassive eyes. "You may be his friend, as you say, but there are a lot of things about Granthope that you don't know yet."
"No doubt," she replied without looking up.
"And there are things which you ought to know."
She looked at him now, to say: "Do you fancy that you are helping your own chances any by attacking him?"
"Will it help his chances any if you find that he has given away particular facts that he's discovered about you and your father?"
She had begun to be aroused, now, and she showed fight. "I don't believe it!"