“None—not at all,” he stammered, while she smiled and shrugged her incredulity.
“If I didn’t know already, I need only a glance at your face to be convinced of it.”
“How did you know?”
“How does a woman know anything? By virtue, my friend, of those invisible spiritual fibers which she thrusts in all directions and upon which she receives impressions. That’s how she knows.”
“You guessed?”
“Call it that, if you like. I guessed. I guessed this, also: that Nina wanted Jane to believe this story to be true. It didn’t need much to convince her. That little Nina was willing to provide.”
“What?”
“Nina admitted that the story was true,” she repeated.
Gallatin rose to his feet and stared at his companion like one possessed.