She glanced down at the slips of adhesive tape and then let them fall through her fingers.
"I'm glad," she said coolly, "that you've decided not to carry on the lie——"
He laughed again. "Well, it looks as though it were hardly worth while."
Already all her thoughts were beyond him.
"Who—who is the other?" she asked at last, with a cold precision that might have come from a disembodied spirit.
He waited a moment before replying and then his tone matched her own.
"I can hardly wonder at your interest after the warmth of your greeting when I came in."
The shot told and she colored painfully.
"Who—who is he?" she repeated with an effort.
He smiled. "There's no harm in your knowing, since you've guessed the rest. He's my twin brother, Jim Horton."