"Yes; I remembered that."
"But I told you not."
"It escaped me," said Verneede weakly.
"What did she say?"
"She said it didn't matter; at least that is what I gathered from her."
"How do you mean gathered from her?"
"From her manner."
Leavesley sighed again, and Verneede leaned back on his pillow. He did not know in the least whether he had been at Lamberts' or not—he hoped he hadn't.