"You've got something to add?" I asked her coldly.
"I've got to make you understand, Steve," she pleaded.
"Understand what?" I snapped. "I know already. You deliberately set out to marry, or else-how tie some emotional cable onto me. God knows that you succeeded. If it hadn't been for that accident, I'd have been nailed down tight."
"That part is true," she whispered.
"Naturally, you've got justification."
"Well, I have."
"So has any burglar."
She shook her head at me. "Steve, you don't really understand. If only you could read my mind and know the truth—"
She let this trail off in a helpless awkwardness. It was one of those statements that are meaningless because it can be said by either friend or foe and cannot be checked.
I just looked at her and suddenly remembered something: