"Apparently. That surprises you?"
She seemed a little dazed. "I can't quite… Collins was… Oh, my God, I ought never to have let him come here!"
"Collins?" said Mr. Amberley smoothly.
She did not pay much attention. "My brother. Only I never dreamed…' She broke off and pulled a chair out from the table and sat down a little limply. Mr. Amberley leaned his broad shoulders against the wall and stood watching her. She made no pretence of being heartbroken; he had seen enough of Mark to be sure she could not be. But the news had shocked her badly. It had frightened her too. She did not know which way to turn. He saw her give a little shiver and grip her fingers together nervously in her lap.
He said presently: "When Collins visited you here the other day, what did he come for?"
Her wandering thoughts were brought back with a jerk. "Did he say - he had visited this place?" she fenced.
"I saw him," replied Amberley.
"You must have been mistaken."
"But I was not. Now Collins has given me his version of why he came, and I should very much like yours."
He watched her knuckles gleam white. "I am not going to answer you," she said. "If he came — it was quite an innocent visit - and has nothing to do with you."