"You're a brute!"
"Why sure!"
There was a silence. Corinna kept her eyes down. It was impossible to say of what she was thinking. But her passion of anger visibly subsided. She murmured at last:
"If, as you say, you sympathise with me for getting money out of Simeon Deaves——"
"I didn't quite say that," interrupted Evan. "But it's near enough, go on!"
"Why do you want to hand me over to the police?"
It was fun to torment Corinna, and it satisfied his deep need for vengeance. But the sight of her quiet, with the curved lashes lying on her cheeks, and the soft lips drooping, went to his breast like a knife. Vengeance was suddenly appeased. Such a gallant little crook! He realised that not for a moment had he really intended to hand her over. He jumped up.
"I'm not going to send you to jail," he said. "You're going to make restitution."
Corinna stared.
"What do you mean?"