He lost his temper.
‘What are you after? What business is it of yours? If you’re going to spy on me, I’ll soon let you know that I won’t stand that kind of thing.’
‘Don’t disturb yourself,’ said Beatrice, with a cold smile. ‘I haven’t been spying, and you can go where you like for anything I care. I guessed you had been down there, that’s all.’
Crewe kept silence, his look betraying uneasiness as well as anger. Speaking at length, he fixed her with keen eyes.
‘If it’s any satisfaction to you, you’re welcome to know that I have been into Cornwall—and to Falmouth.’
Beatrice merely nodded, and still he searched her face.
‘Just answer me a plain question, old chap. Come, there’s no nonsense between us; we know each other—eh?’
‘Oh yes, we know each other,’ Miss. French answered, her lips puckering a little.
‘What do you know about her? What has she been doing all this time?’
Beatrice laughed.