"Miss Diana Pym," she replied, and slightly inclined her head.
"My name is Carew," he told her, with bluntness.
"And are you ... er ... a scientist, evolving a theory about the ruins?"
"I am a policeman." He said it brusquely, almost rudely, and Diana was taken with a sudden desperate inclination to laugh. All in a moment he reminded her forcibly of the uniformed autocrat holding up one lordly hand to stop the traffic. She moved towards the entrance, keeping her face averted. "The same sort of policeman as Mr. Stanley, I suppose?" she suggested, affably, but he seemed not to hear her, and a covert glance at his face was not reassuring. But the mere fact only spurred her on. If she was silent he might think he had overawed her. Goodness! how appalling! She quickened her step, and tossed her small head a little with a kind of challenging jerk.
"I rather like your ruin," she said. "It's quite a nice old heap of stones."
IX
THE BEAR
Once more Carew vouchsafed no reply, but Diana knew perfectly well that his lips tightened slightly, which signified that in some way she had hit him.
So pretending to be perfectly unaware of his non-responsive attitude, she ran airily on: