Maradick watched him. It was the most desolate thing in the world; he felt the most utter cad. If it had been possible he would have, at that moment, brought Janet and Tony back by main force.
“I say,” he muttered, “I’m awfully sorry.” He stopped. There was nothing to say.
Then suddenly Morelli looked up. The tears seemed to have vanished, but his eyes were shining with extraordinary brilliance. His hands, with their long white fingers, were bending over the table; his upper lip seemed to have curled back like the mouth of a dog.
He looked at Maradick very intently.
“You saw them married?”
“Yes.”
“You saw them leave for London?”
“Yes.”
“You have helped them all this time?”
“Yes.”