“I don’t know what your game is,” he returned allusively.
“I never had one,” I said.
“Looked infernally suspicious,” was his grudging answer.
The two girls exchanged a look of understanding, but I had no notion what they intended by it. I had not learnt, then, how cleverly they played up to each other.
“Yes, but suspicious of what, Mr. Jervaise?” Anne said, taking up the cross-examination.
“Spying upon us,” Jervaise growled.
“Upon you or me?” asked Brenda.
“Both,” Jervaise said.
“But why?” asked Anne.
“Lord knows,” Jervaise replied.