She turned her eyes, “I did not know,” she panted. “A trap.... Was it likely—they came from you?”
“You thought they came from someone else,” he said.
“Yes,” she said, “I did.”
“Who?”
“Mr. Baynes.”
“That boy!”
“Yes—that boy.”
“Well!”
Lewisham looked about him—a man in the presence of the inconceivable.
“You mean to say you have been carrying on with that youngster behind my back?” he asked.